Man, I effin' love the Holiday Special.
It's so painfully bad.
I saw a copy of that at Quimbys (the Chicago comic book store Hec is gonna do his reading in) but it was gone before I could buy it.
I've heard that its suckitude truely is a thing of wonder....
Oh Lord, it was so bad...
Though curiously more enjoyable than the prequels despite its crapitude.
One thing that I noticed about both Moulin Rouge and A Knights Tale was that the big song, the one that truly sealed the love deal, was a Bowie song. IJS.
PSA: Tivo tells me that Harold and Maude is on Bravo tonight at 4 AM. It's well worth capturing to view later/keep, even.
P-C, I so totally need to make out with you when I come visit. Moulin Rouge is among the bestest movie musicals ever (even if I'm not totally there with you on Nicole Kidman.).
I have a dream, though, of one day a woman at the turn of the century dying of something other than consumption.
Come now, DebetEsse, there were no disesases in the early 20th except TB. You should know THAT.
That's because TB always hit the pretty prostitutes. As far as I can tell. God was punishing them, you see. Now, God has given up on prostitutes, and only punishes gay people. Thus, AIDS is the disease of the day.
It's so simple if you look at it from the right perspective.
Plus, the Holiday Special had the spectacularly out-of-context Dan Ackroyd's Julia Child bit. Who couldn't love that?
I haven't seen the Holiday Special since it aired on tv, but I effen loved it then. (Hey, I was eight!) I was tempted to see it again, but I wanted to keep its memory pure.
