When a girl gets suckered into attending a meeting at 8am in a distant part of Boston, far from the T stop, thus necessitating that she awaken at the unspeakable hour of 5:30am, stumble around Cambridge in the cold, almost get run over a couple of times, drink 17 cups of tea so that she is all twitchy, and sit in the stupid stupid meeting that relates to her work not at all, during which she will utter a single, quickly dismissed sentence: the last thing that girl needs to hear on the twitchy, bleary, resentful ride back is a T conductor who sounds like Candyman.
Posted by hilatron at January 29, 2003 02:53 PMAm I the only one in America who's noticed that the man who wrote the screenplay for Chicago is in fact the man who wrote and directed Candyman? And, if I'm not, why am I the only one who seems to find this interesting.
Posted by: sourbob at January 29, 2003 03:12 PMAlso, I'm posting your Hi Bob right now. should be up within the hour. Sorry it took so long.
Posted by: sourbob at January 29, 2003 03:13 PMWoohoo! I am going to go look at "Hi Bob" right now. Thanks SB!
Also, I think you're thinking of Bill Condon, who actually directed "Candyman II" (omigod I am such a dork).
Posted by: Hilatron at January 29, 2003 05:59 PM