Watched John Cleese in Romance with a Double Bass, a silly adaptation of a Chekhov short story. It was a trivial little thing, probably a vanity project (though I for one wouldn’t be keen to star in a short film with my wife in which both of us had to spend most of the shoot in the nude, her doing several full-frontal shots), but funnier than expected, with lots of very amusing, Fawlty Towers-esque little moments.
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