Tuesday, September 2, 2003 | ListiclesIn which Y.P.R. resorts to the milking of outdated, hackneyed stereotypes to exploit America's love/hate relationship with France.
Let’s Go France!
French Things that Stink (on Purpose)
Pepe Le Pew
French Things that Stink (Unintentionally)
Things that Are Not French, Despite Appearances Indicating Otherwise
French Stewart (American)
Things to Which France Has Surrendered
Three wild orangutans escaped from the Paris Zoo
A Citroën backfiring
The joined forces of the Iron Shiek and Nicolai Volkoff
“Surrender, Dorothy” skywriting in broom smoke
The director’s commentary on the special-edition DVD of The Professional
The stench of a week-old dish of escargo left on the windowsill to rot in the murderous French summer sun
The Blackout of 2003
Peer pressure from the cool kids who smoke cigarettes behind the bleachers in junior high
The chorus of “Lady Marmalade”
Three pretentious film-school students debating Truffaut v. Godard
The smooth sounds of Kid Loco’s jazz-funk-rap fusion rock
A gallon of half-melted Turkey Hill Neapolitan ice cream
That trick where you exhale into a brown paper bag so it expands, balloon-like, and then you pop it by smashing your fist into its bottom; France falls for that one every time!