said. âI want you all to remember that now as I pass out my list of creative limitations. Theyâre designed to help you, not make your lives harder.â
The list was called the âMayer Memorandumâ and consisted of six guidelines, all beginning with the letter M : no machine guns, no monkeys, no mission impossibles, no Mafia, no murder, no madness.
âYou got something against action movies?â a guy named Benny Parisi asked her.
âYes,â Shirley Mayer said. âAny other questions?â
Brigitte raised her hand then. âIs the monkey literal or figurative?â
âLetâs not overanalyze,â Shirley Mayer told her. When no one else raised their hand she asked, âEveryone unhappy now?â They all nodded except Brigitte and Paige. âGood!â Shirley Mayer said. âThen things can only get better.â
âDamn!â Davis Bonaire said and, quite unexpectedly, he began to laugh, followed by the rest of the class, and finally Shirley Mayer.
Brigitteâs movie was about a young woman who goes bra shopping and finds she likes the way the sales associate touches her skin. The sales associate fastens the young womanâs bras even though the young woman has been fastening her own bras all her life, then smooths her hand across the young womanâs shoulder. At the sales associateâs suggestion, the young woman tries on more bras than sheâd intendedâsome violet, some lacy, some push-upâbut only buys a couple of plain white ones in the end. As she pays for them, a young man approaches the sales associate and kisses her. The young woman looks questioningly at the sales associate, who looks away. âCome back and see us,â the sales associate says meaningfully when she hands the young woman her receipt.
This had happened to Brigitte in real life, and when sheâd described the event to Raoul, her stocky French roommate, he had suggested she write it all down and submit it to Penthouse Forum. âJust forget about the guy at the end and make the women get it on in the dressing room,â heâd added.
Now, on a warm Saturday in September, Brigitte and Raoul sat together at their pink Formica kitchen table, watching the smoke from Raoulâs cigarette mix with the morning sunlight. Raoul wore boxer shorts and extremely short, dyed blond hair, while Brigitte was in dirty Leviâs, with no bra underneath her T-shirt. âI wonder sometimes,â Raoul said, watching the swirly, smoking air, âif this type of effect would register on film.â
âYou probably wouldnât want it to,â Brigitte said. âItâs kind of prosaic.â
âProsaic?â Raoul said.
âProsaïque,â Brigitte said, translating.
Raoul, understanding now, was dismissive. âYou Americans,â he said. âAlways trying to invent something new. The trick is to learn to live with the banal.â
âYou French,â Brigitte said. âAlways bugging the shit out of me.â
Raoul laughed and kissed Brigitte on both cheeks before heading for the garden shed in the backyard, where he lifted weights every morning. He had graduated from the film program the year before and now spent most of his time bodybuilding and bartending. Occasionally a local band would ask him to shoot a music video for them and Raoul would do it in return for beer or pot. Sometimes he did it for free. Film school, he liked to say, had taught him more about how to watch films than how to make them, and so this was his main focus at the moment.
Brigitte and Raoul had moved in together as lovers, but when that didnât work out, they were loath to separate since they were such compatible roommates. So she took the second bedroom in the small house they rented, while Raoul relocated his weight-lifting apparatus to the tin shed from Sears. They were only slightly jealous of one another when a third party entered the
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