Swamp things (6/2/97)
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About two o’clock in the morning, after I get drunk and blow the match with Minnesota Fats, dump my erstwhile mentor, drift into a marriage of convenience with a babe who albeit attractive and intellectual is obviously a rudderless lush, sit through an extremely painful lecture from George C. Scott on the nature and properties of the loser with particular application to me, and finally get my thumbs broken in a dimestore poolgame, I remember why I never make it all the way through this movie anymore and decide maybe I ought to get up and catch up on my correspondence. — If I kill another hour I can watch Tom Selleck play a writer of detective stories who falls for Paulina Porizkova; if I work at it hard enough, maybe I can learn to identify with him instead. — If, if. — As if. — Well, it was a thought.
____________A fool for love (4/28/97)
