Pity Max Skinner, emasculated over his lamb chops. On a gray afternoon, at London's hot spot du jour, his gloating superior unveils a plot to poach his most lucrative client, divesting him of a six-figure bonus (pounds sterling) in the process. Fuck it. The bummed-out bond trader hands in a resignation letter and the keys to his company BMW. "Better to die on your feet than live on your knees," Max reflects, happy to be done with his meddlesome boss, if less than pleased to reacquaint himself with "the face of... More >>>
Ah, Russell Crowe's simple life--on a country estate in Provence. Haven't we all been there?