Igor's direction of the small art film A Star Is ****
getting him noticed in Hollywood; Eli initially
wanting nothing to do w/ the film, the unnamed
actress starring unbilled & unpaid, all for Eli;
Hel's part greatly expanded, she talked Eli into
letting his painting be used as the backdrop;
filling the screen w/ its inky swirls during
the opening & closing credits; completely
      forgetting to include *******,
Igor woke up to the incessant buzzing
    of his Chinese brand smartphone blowing up;
the woman was French; Igor's French was rusty,
"Nous aimerions que vous apportiez
votre film en France," she said;   "Pour concourir
pour la Palme d'Or. "Da, da,"  he replied groggily;
the girls had gone out shopping w/ Eli's gold card;
Eli couldn't get far enough away
& would pay any price for them
to keep their distance; [the big-tittied dwarf, skinny pouty tgirl
& infamous American actress attracting social media attention];
"The medium is the message? I don't understand," she said;
"**** u," he said; "Don't give me that, what is paint?
What is wood? What is canvas?"     he was shouting;
"Oh, I don't know," she simpered, "What is paint & wood & canvas?"
she was cringing now, on her stocking knees
& crying, trying not to whine,    she couldn't help herself,
                   red mouth open
                   blubbering & drooling,
                   small eyes shut behind horn-rimmed glasses;
he walked away from her,
                   & never turning back, left the room;
he'd been drinking all morning
& they had had knockdown *** the moment she walked in; "Art critics," he thought, resentfully, "They're all the same"