I also know there is less chance of me seeing less of Oprah than there is of Julie Taymor calling me to don a Spiderman outfit on Broadway. (of course if she keeps injuring actors she has to get down to me sometime)
I believe Oprah is just as fake as all those Maury guests. At least Maury seems to be in on the fact that his whole show is a joke. Oprah started to believe her own publicity years ago. It's so bad that one talk show isn't enough. She's starting an entire network called OWN for heaven's sake. There is no end to her self-promotion. She isn't fooling me with those "favorite things" episodes. You know her favorites are all found in the bakery aisle. But you won't see her giving away Twinkies, Ding Dongs or Milky Ways. She's keeping those for herself.
The last animated film I saw was Beauty and the Beast. At least they made part of that movie the way they were supposed to, by drawing it. Cartoons are supposed to look flat!
And I am tired of computer animated films being marketed to adults as well as kids. I am weary of the phrase, "There is a lot of humor in it for adults." Grow up, America, go see a real movie. If your kids do manage to drag you to a cartoon you ought to have to suffer through it the same way I did when my kids were growing up.
Whether it is a comedy or a drama I want to see movies with real people. (hopefully starting Colin Firth) I'm not talking about one of those movies where the hero somehow manages to kill three or four hundred bad guys while only suffering a few smudge marks himself. I mean movies with dialogue where the characters talk to one another or a film that features some ridiculous premise like newlyweds taking a honeymoon in a long, long trailer that almost falls off a mountain and Lucy gets flour all over her while she attempts to cook dinner while Ricky drives. That's entertainment!
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