On a crisp September evening in Geneva, Switzerland, in 1999, I accompanied two fellow residents of my dorm-style apartment building, Le Foyer George Williams, to a local theater to see Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. It was Kubrick’s first film in twelve years, an event in itself, and the official promotion for the film promised a lurid, boundary-pushing good time. The three of us ate American fast food prior to the movie—a memory of particular clarity because the two young women, one German and one French, had insisted—and then argued over whether to eat at McDonald’s or Burger King, each … [Read more...]