Eva tilts her head from side to side in a disoriented drunken tic, then drops a piece of cheese from her platter on the floor. She makes no effort to pick it up.

"No one asks me for my autograph anymore." She sighs, a little too melodramatically to be honest. "Now it's more like watching television than a movie. Everyone prays to get renewed, rather than going in knowing they're doomed."