Pogue is balling the Jack? Hope La Jolie Femme doesn't find out. How did you get to Indy so fast, anyway?

I love
Gambit, too. I saw it shortly after I fell head over heels in love with Shirley MacLaine after having seen
Sweet Charity. That first big twist about 20 minutes in is great.
What if you went to your mailbox and there was a package in it from someone named Ann in Tacoma and you had absolutely no idea what it could be? What if you walked with great expectation toward your house only to find even more packages waiting for you on the front porch? What if it suddenly dawned on you that Ann in Tacoma is our very own HHW Ann and that you finally had What If? And what if the other packages on your porch led you in a very neat segue to a media check:
CD: Richard Shindell
Vuelta. This guy is fabulous. You have probably never heard of him, as I hadn't until he was played on OPB last week. I was so blown away by the song I heard (
The Island, not to be confused with the Ivan Lins tune of the same name), that when they didn't back announce who it was I spent a couple of days tracking down the DJ (who pre-records his show) to find out who it was. Beautiful, folkish narrative tunes that have a heft to their lyrics that I haven't heard in years. I'm going to arrange The Island for Tigard Pops. He reminds me a bit of Leonard Cohen, though he's not quite so dour and sings a good deal better than Leonard.
DVD: Oy, my MGM madness continues. Up now:
The Island of Dr. Moreau. Oy. Marlon Brando in kabuki makeup doing a weird falsetto version of Fletcher Christian. Oy. The movie looks fabulous, though, but it's hard to believe this is a John Frankenheimer film.