I've just seen Oliver Stone's "W." and it's a bit sketchy, which is
the last thing I expect of an Oliver Stone film, I expect bold, impasto
swathes of goo, bits you open up and glitter and pasta. (And why does
every Bush impersonator always go for the frown and pursed lips when his
signature state should surely be Garth Algar's
nervous smirk?) I then came home to idly surf and found the following
exchange, which I have not seen before. It's deep. Sticking it in "W."
would instantly have made that film twice as good. I mean, it's the
pith. Now while this beautiful piece
in The Onion has seen me finally feeling as cock-a-hoop about Obama's
victory as I was hoping to, in our relief let's never let this poor
little guy off the hook...
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