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Yes, good direction means knowing how to pace and structure a film.

Somehow I doubt this production is trying for Tony awards.

Agreed. He seems to be some fusion of Andrew Keenan-Bolger and Ross Lynch.

Knew your father, he did!

Yeah, this I would consider seeing. The Jimmy Buffett show, not so much.

Speaking of which, after Elphaba screams "Fiyero!!!!!," I like to imagine he shouts "Whaaaat???!!!"

I know what you mean about Chris. I kinda would have preferred him not to have an answer. How would he cope with that?

"Remember, it's men-stru-ation."

We had a copy of the edition in the lower-left. In fact, I think I still have it.

According to the book Saturday Night, Alan Zweibel ended up vowing never to work with Lorne again following Big Shots in America.

This book taught me to distrust people who refer to their spouse as "Father" or "Mother." Also, it's always a plus when YA novels dare to reveal that first friendship isn't always forever (see also, Crash).

It's interesting to see the lineups that weren't. That original Tuesday surely would have hindered Boss?' momentum and probably would have dragged Pains to an early cancellation.

I'd also question if Laura Mars is a true B movie.

I couldn’t fit in the time to watch and write about two more NE episodes, but here’s what I didn’t get a chance to post on WOT yesterday:

I dunno, it feels like a cover-up to me.

From IMDB:
"In the scene where Steve tells the parapsychologist his family members' ages, he lists his oldest daughter's age as 16 and his wife's age as 32. Many viewers interpret this to mean that Diane was only 16 herself when she gave birth to Dana. However, the novelization of the film clarifies that Diane is

Exactly. He used a fascinating metaphor about how to kill a wolf, which I think came from Paul Harvey. Cover a knife in blood, then freeze it. Eventually, the wolf will lick the blood, not realizing he's cutting himself to the point of eventual death.

I had a mother complain that we didn't get enough photos of her kid. Oh, I wish I could have left into it. But no, I had to try for a photo of the cap toss.