لا توجد نتائج بحث عن, Mr. Hand

This week, the San Francisco Chronicle is running Sean Penn's diaries of his recent trip to Iran. From yesterday's installment:

It is a culture in love with cinema. With Brad Pitt. Angelina Jolie. And anything Stephen Spielberg. And when the local team wins a big match, there is dancing, kissing, drinking and drugs in the streets.

This 'Iran' sounds curiously familiar... No matter. Let's keep reading:

I got up with the morning light, opened the curtains and could just make out the sparsely snow-spotted peaks above through the polluted haze. Tehran lies at the foot of the Elburz Moutnatins. In some directions, it doesn't look unlike Los Angeles at the foot of the San Gabriels.

Heyyyy... Wait just a dosh garned second!

If I didn't know any better, I would say this 'report' was being filed Jayson Blair-style, ie. Dateline: A condo in the Valley, 11 am Monday morning after a regrettable night of Hurleyburleyesque international-flight-missing indulgence.

Gotta say though, the line about the huge 'banner with the visage of Ayatollah Khomeini' almost threw me.

Nice try, Penn!

Comments

[Lela]

Cool pic...