Committing to a Premise

Waiting 2: Still Waiting


Can even Harrogate find this funny?
Is the "shenanigans in a setting I'm familiar with" excuse strong enough to hold up against this mirthless soulbortion?

(And, for those as stuck in the auteur mindset as I am: same writer/director as the original. Apparently, there were questions left unanswered for a future generation.)

Now, I remember full well when Solon sent me out for Nazi scalps...

...and I find this premise welcoming and familiar.

Yes, It's From Shrek

but I first heard it on the L-Word. Don't know which is worse. But what I do know is that I heard Rufus Wainwright's version of Hallelujah today at Starbucks. (What, am I a corporate shill tonight?) And it makes my soul hurt like a Jamesian dull ache. (That's for you, Harrogate. You'll understand.) And after comparing the Wainwright version to Leonard Cohen's, and even Jeff Buckley's, I could finally explain to solon why I love James novels more than Wharton's. So here it is, one for the ages:



Yes, it's way too serious for tonight. But it deserves to be taken seriously.

Oh Harrogate, Part Deux

You can take me to the river, but it may not always be A Good Idea.