I had intended to post something Irish for the day, or possibly talk about Peter O'Toole in Venus, which my parents and I saw earlier this evening. But I went downstairs around ten o'clock and got caught in the first five minutes of A Face in the Crowd (1957), which I'd somehow managed never to hear of, and there was no looking away. How did Andy Griffith go from Lonesome Rhodes to Andy Taylor? First I thought of Harlan Ellison's Spider Kiss (1961), and then of our current political situation. But we get wise to them. That's our strength. We get wise. I don't know if we do.
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