Stayed up much too late last night (curse you mint chip frozen yogurt) watching one of the best/worst movies ever: The Eyes of Laura Mars. A late 70's romp through the glossy world of high fashion photography starring Faye Dunaway who excels at making her eyes get white-all-around-the-pupil wide whenever she has one of her "terrifying" visions. Worth a viewing for the Helmut Newton photo shoots, fashion styling (more shawls please!), interior decor and 70's Soho....plus there's a laughable scene involving an out of control Pacer on the streets of Manhattan.... What!?! No Academy Award?