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...blame that on the summertime, when I am forced by ambiguous occupations to kill the time jotting down scraps of thoughts that no one wants to know or believe. It is all the fault of this artificial period of cancellation of accountability. I cannot wait for the rush of things-to-do descends again, and the right, wrong or sad ways I live a life are obscured by the whats, whens or wheres that pass...
...They begin with a comparably lengthy rendition of Romeo and Juliet, continue with truncated versions of the Tragedies, and, with time running short, condense the Comedies into a skit in double time, and further distill the Histories into a few symbolic football plays. The Compleat Works ends in a rush when the players boil Hamlet down to five breath-taking words...
Believe who will, but a lot of people are listening: about 9 million a week. That makes Bell the fourth highest-rated radio talker, behind Rush Limbaugh, Dr. Laura Schlessinger and Howard Stern. And Bell corrals his huge audience in a night-owl slot (the show starts at 1 a.m. in the East) when only the sleep-disordered should be listening. Yet the loose formula, and Bell's intimate symbiosis with the listener, works handsomely. The show is so popular that on many stations, each night's program is re-aired at an earlier hour the next evening...
Neil Cuthbert's clever screenplay is a parable of class. The three main Mystery Men may not be much, but when they audition other heroes in preparation for battle against evil genius Casanova Frankenstein (Geoffrey Rush), they discover there are nicely delineated levels of mediocrity. The Waffler, with his magic Truth Syrup, White Flight and the Black Menace ("We work together")--all are unworthy of joining even this pickup team. But there is talent out there. The Bowler (Janeane Garofalo) has a magic ball with her father's head inside; Dad nags her from beyond the grave. Spleen (Paul Reubens...
...first few cars drove by, but then a taxi stopped in the intersection, its turn signal flashing in my direction. Surely enough, the cab pulled up to the corner where I stood. Jumping in, I was greeted by a rush of cooled air and quickly ensconced in the familiar confines of a backseat. I had made it, thankfully...