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SUSAN BLOCK'S The next night was Paris Dernière on Paris Première TV, which everyone told us everyone else watches in France.
It's producer, Thierry Ardisson, is the French equivalent of a young Ted Turner, i.e., the hottest independent TV producer in France.
The concept of Paris Dernière is a faked out "Taxicab Confessions," in that the "host," Frederick Taddei, tools around Paris with his camera in the middle of the night, stopping at various hotspots to interview what the show deems les gens intéressants. It all seems spontaneous, except the stops are all arranged in advance.
Though, as I've said before, the best laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.
Our arrangement was that Max, Immane and I would be sitting in this trashy little bar, le Tournebride, chatting heatedly about pleasure and politics with France's "Pleasure Party" candidate for President, Cindy Lee.
However, even though Cindy Lee's day job was topless dancing at a local club, she was eager to project an image of seriousness. Thus, she was not in the mood to talk about pleasure, certainly not about sex.
In fact, she was not in the mood to talk much at all, though, at one point, she did, sullenly, allow me to open up her top to reveal her large, pneumatic, LA-style boobs.
That left me, Max and Imanne to do most of the talking, in our now-practiced Frenglish with the wiseguy Taddei. Since Monsieur Taddei had no original questions (maybe shooting and interviewing spontaneously is a lot tougher than it looks), we amused ourselves (and the Paris Première Television audience) with my Doc Johnson Cyberskin Dildo and Vulva Puppet (always carry one with you for those times you need emergency amusement).
So now, everyone in France knows us (as well as our dildo and Vulva Puppet. I know this, even though I'm now back in LA, because Imanne says that now when she gets stopped on the street, it's not just to tell her how gorgeous she is or ask her for a date, it's to say "Je vous ai vue au Paris Dernière!"
When the show was over, we were rather surprised to be presented with a bill from the bar. We handed the bill to Cyrille, the show's producer (and perhaps not uncoincidentally, the boyfriend of Cindy Lee), assuming he'd take care of it. Nothing doing. We weren't in Hollywood, obviously. We weren't even in Burbank. Cyrille sheepishly informed us that the show wasn't paying for our drinks.
When he saw our shocked and annoyed grimaces and eyerolls, he assured us that the show never paid for anyone's drinks. Not even superstars.
When Bruce Willis was on Paris Dernière, he said, the show didn't pay for his drinks, and, since there was a big crowd of people there, Bruce had to pay for everyone's drinks! Can you imagine an American show telling their guests to drink, but not paying for their drinks? The French can be cheap, that's for sure. Well, of course, they make up for it by having invented French kissing.
Besides, everyone says that everyone in France watches Paris Dernière, and the bartender looked kind of tough, and Cyrille was penniless, so…we paid for our drinks. We even paid for Cindy's drinks (neither strippers nor politicians pay for their own drinks).
Such are the small indignities to be endured by an American in Paris. Well, we warned Cyrille that we would write about the astounding cheapness of the famous, fabulous Paris Dernière, and we have! NEXT:
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