Dumb, dumber, dumbest (7/16/97)
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Again I paced the path along the Creek this evening with the object of catching
Face/Off at the early show; and got to the wrong theater just in time to see Julia Roberts in
My Best Friend’s Wedding. Fortunately this wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected, mainly because the real star of the picture is not the still-dazzling Ms. Roberts nor her toothsome screen rival Ms. Cameron Diaz, but, rather, Dionne Warwick in absentia: were it not for the musical numbers, i.e., the flick would hopelessly suck; but they’re more than good enough to save it. In fact the scene in which three kids sing harmony on “Annie’s Song” in helium-induced falsettos is worth the price of admission in itself; and, I must say, renders John Denver as God intended. You might want to check this out.
As for
Face/Off, I’ll get there yet. Stay tuned.
____________The man who don’t know fear (7/7/97)
