| Pooh to those fancy pants actresses who deem themselves such brave artistes because they cradle a profile of teat or lift a rear cheek for an artfully shadowy mood piece. These posers pale, they are dashed to mediocrity, they pule and whine like mangy alley cats when exposed to the luminous, exultantly naked presentations of French and fabulous delicacy Emmanuelle Seigner. The Parisian |