SNEAKY PEEKY by ANTHONY LEAKY

Normally I don’t review a film like this because I tend to cover only the most esoteric foreign entities, but I feel I must warn my followers about this one. It is, as you have probably heard, a documentary featuring America’s media darlings, Katie and Diane––don’t even have to use last names––everybody knows them even though they may not watch them on a regular basis. I mean, really, who hasn’t watched Katie interviewing Sarah Palin with the "I don’t mean to belabor the point, but…" and who hasn’t see Diane doing her thing with whats-his-name from that country in the Middle East somewhere. NOW someone is pitting these two against one another and nothing could be further from the truth. You would think this country doesn’t have enough crap to deal with than make up stories about cat fights that don’t exist. But that seems to be  de rigueur nowadays-lots of phantom phony baloney floating around. Ah, but I digress; back to the film which I wouldn’t recommend to one of Keith Olberman’s "Worse Person in the World" kind of guy. What we see are two accomplished women, each doing their jobs, a peek into their private lives: a envious weekend romp on Martha’s Vineyard with Diane and Mike; Katie surf boarding on some lake somewhere; Diane having her hair done in a New York salon where her hairdresser, name of Lorenzo, sings an aria while fixing her hair; stuff like that.  Both women have cats, quite a few in fact and once argued over whose pussies were prettier. That’s it, folks! No drama, no kidding. Sadly there is no antidote against bullcocky––was there ever?