I've got my notes on Hurlyburly, the 1998 film adaptation and by extension, the 1984 Broadway production (whose original cast is seen taking a gag photo), I just need to do the write-up. I'm running a day behind with everything. The serpentine belt on my 18-year-old car conked out on Tuesday, and it took me longer than necessary to get a tow. Apparently I sounded too pouty when calling the service, so they didn't think I was actually going to wait the hour for them to come. Then, when they did show up, a truck took out a low-hanging phone line, and for legal reasons, we had to wait until a fire marshal came before the tow truck driver would drive us away. Also, it was hotter than blazes. I know, excuses, excuses, but it's the kind of thing I can now laugh at. That, and Judith Ivey's she-mullet. Tentative schedule: Thoughts on Hurlyburly on Friday morning. Thoughts on The Parent Trap, 1961 and 1998, Sunday or Monday morning.
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