I confess. I have the newspaper habit... I have it bad. I've been reading the
New York Times since I was in grammar school and I can't quit. And every once in a while I read something that blows my mind, like this superficially innocuous profile of uber-concierge
Gunter Kleeman, who caters to the needs of guests at Manhattan's swanky
Palace Hotel. Okay, all very well and good... except that back in the day Kleeman was one of the stars of Meir Zarchi's
I Spit on Your Grave (1978). You know, one of the most
reviled exploitation films of all time.
Kleeman even refers to it by name, and Times reporter Ralph Blumenthal fails to follow up.
All I have to say is "Wow."
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