“Watching movies simply is a promiscuous experience,” she writes, fawning over Antonio Banderas ’s rear end (“a priapically preening ... baboon backside”), Gene Hackman ’s “peculiar crinkled hair” and Steve Buscemi ’s mouth, a kiss from which she’d pay “at least, let’s say, a hundred — no, no, no, let’s say, two hundred and twenty quid.”