i would be profoundly emotionally devastated at the moment instead of just a blog of goo sniffling back the runny nose between the tear drenched cheeks if the commercial tv idiots did not destroy the heart and soul of the film and yet, it is such a powerfully personally meaningful story that i still had to leave it on and fill in the gaps with memories of seeing it on stage a few times and and in a couple of versions on film in theatres and of course a few dozen times on video...
i refer to rent... the dream, the tragedy, the fear, the hope...
commercial tv disgusts me... there is no art, no heart, no soul in commercial television... backgrond noise, but then, fuel for memories, emotions, and hope for more... and no, that is not you've got mail on next... blow me away if not for the commercials...
and where are you and what are you up to tonight?
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