Although it sounds so more chic to say “my life would make a great film noir, cheri” . . . I have to admit my life film genre would fall more along the lines of . . . indies . . . setting out from Fargo, turning south towards Thelma and Louise, running into Ghost World while getting Lost in Translation, detouring to Harold and Maude’s, making a wrong turn at The Great Race, having to find Planes, Trains and Automobiles, going on occasional dates with Edward Scissorhands to buy some Chocolat, with the final destination looking to be the Grindhouse, while hearing Edith Piaf singing in the background “La Vie en Rose”