Halle Berry walked the red carpet at the London Film festival looking, well, outrageous. My mind is still trying to compute it all. I start to try comprehend the facts - backless blue dress, low cut, massive cleavage, no bra, Halle Berry - and then something happens. There's profuse sweating and a lot of smoke before I even get to the pregnant part. And finally a strange ringing in my ears that sounds a lot like the word boobs sung by a choir of angels.