The weird, dinner party at the Chateau Eza, chronicled last week, was, in the great scheme of absurd social gatherings, an extremely mild example of what often occurs in conjunction with the copious ingestion of alcohol.

In my own repertoire of such experiences, there are far too many to relate for fear of embarrassment.

Vista from bar adjacent to Chateau Eza.

However, as an update, the players in that unsuccessful (from my point of view) evening are all either retired, trudging on producing U.S. network television or, as is the case with Heather, facing a bleak and arduous future.

When last seen, Heather was sitting on a bench outside her lakeside condo on the edge of Chicago. My reporter does not know who called the police, but upon their arrival they found Heather on the bench holding a bloody and dripping butcher knife in her lap while upstairs in the condo they discovered, in the bathtub, a fully-clothed but grievously wounded “boyfriend.”

Other than the comment that Heather appeared “catatonic” and “dazed,” that is the last bit of information that I have received about a person, who at one time, was a friend of mine. 

Of course, this incident reminds me of a movie – “Fatal Attraction” with Michael Douglas and Glenn Close. This is an excellent and terrifying movie because of its production excellence (director Adrian Lyne), the powerful acting and the dawning of the horrible realization that it could happen to you!

Stephen Hunter, writing in the Baltimore Sun in 1987:

For another devastating movie that has the “Look” as its motivating premise, see report titled "Mario and Sophia" and its discussion of “Damage."