...He used at least five different accents in the course of the twenty-minute conversation, and moved from superior git at the beginning to flirty as fuck by the end... (He) did this weird shoulder massage thing to me as I was walking out the door in front of him. His publicist was disgusted...
L.A. Joan: Hi, Tom, could you sign my record? Tom: You better get off that diet before you ruin yourself.
Millie Lammoreaux: [writing in Diary] I have a new roommate. Of all people, it's Pinky, the new girl at work. She's a strange person. [...] On the way home I took her to Dodge City for a beer. Edgar pulled one of his tricks on Pinky. She fell for it till the end. She loves the apartment. I guess she's never lived in a decorated place before. Anyway, we're all settled in.
Dream sequences, overlapping dialogue, never-ending tracking shots -- the only Hollywood director that I can even stand.