We’re a little obsessed with Charlotte Rampling, for a few reasons. Most of them include her filmography, but some of them revolve around our in-person interview with her at the Franklin Hotel in Manhattan shortly after we became a professional profiler of famous people. The interview… did not go well. Among the many faux pas we made (“Would you ever work with Almodovar, Miss Rampling? What do you think about Alain Resnais?”) was when we tried to explain this song to her. She was unfailingly gracious, but the shame of the whole thing still sometimes keeps us awake at night. Then again, we have an entire tag on this blog called “Gruesomemory,” so that shouldn’t come as a surprise.
This Is Charlotte Rampling On the Line