I needed an excuse to push those soul-destroying photos further down the page. I think this duo will do.

Do these photos reveal:
a) a pleasant late-life synchronicity between a couple of cigar-chomping masters?
b) an eerily committed Godardian facial homage?
or c) that all Marxists look the same in the end?

Nicolas R. and Michael R.: An oddly serene portrait of a very volatile pair....

Nick and Kristi play catch-up... "what's it been, two, three years? My god, it's like we never parted."

Marianna knows that Daniel has a Gorbachev-esque stain on his shirt....but she's pretending she doesn't.

Ben smells something...Brad tastes something....Jaime desires something.....the guy on the left is just content to be.