Last night we watched Lily Tomlin and Art Carney in The Late Show, which I had not seen since its first release. I had remembered it as a comedy, which it most certainly is not, and I remembered that the mystery is begun when Lily Tomlin's character tries to hire Art Carney's PI to retrieve her cat. Carney is quite wonderful, as is Bill Macy as a piece of LA lowlife. Much as I love Tomlin, who's wonderful, her chattery character drove me crazy; I kept wanting to yell STFU! at her.