Good morning, all! I slept very late, ran through my emails, and here I am. There was a long overdue email from the Man From Philadelphia that was very sad, and I have to deal with that today.
DR JohnG, yes indeed! "Boom Crunch" is even worse than the nonsensical "Last Midnight," and I have no idea what either does for the witch or the logistics of the plot beyond piss me off.
I'm loving all of the "why didn't they keep . . .?" or "where is the reprise of . . .?" Why is it all these so-called intelligent morons of the Sondheim Cult cannot figure out the differences between a stage show of two acts and an intermission and a film produced by a specialist in "family films" and God knows how many trips with dad or mom to the bathroom? I think Disney might have been happier two see another 10 minutes cut.
I have no moire news at the moment. It's nice to see DRvixmom back to the fold, and I am happy that BK's dinner was a good time. The postal service just brought me a large envelope. While I wish it were filled with big bills, I suspect it's something else. The question is, what?