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Daily Probe Movie Review by Agatha Florenze-Bindercuff
Mr. Deeds
I was very much looking forward to an afternoon at the local movie house,
and I was especially a-titter at the idea of seeing the new movie starring
that dashing gentleman, Adam Chandler -- amongst my favorite actors of the
silent era. As a matter of fact, and I blush ever-so-slightly in admitting
this, Mr. Chandler was the object of many an amorous thought of mine when
I was a younger woman.
I began my little sojourn with an afternoon tea at Hilbourne's Tea and
Crumpet Emporium -- not my first choice, mind you, but Gertrude and Emelina
seem to love it so. As for me, I could certainly do without the garish
display of hydrangeas that always seem to be screaming for attention in
that downtrodden shop.
And this, gentle reader, is where the story becomes rather astonishing.
Emelina is having problems with her beloved poodle, Monsieur LePippin. It
seems the little fellow has lost control of his bladder completely -- not that
control was ever his forte, mind you. Emelina had the disturbing idea to put
Monsieur LePippin in her handbag, so that he wouldn't ruin the Oriental rug whilst
she was gone. When he popped his little furry head out, Gertrude spilled
her tea all over herself, necessitating a hurried trip to St. Andrew's
emergency room.
Unfortunately, I never did get to see Adam Chandler's film. My great-granddaughter
saw it, though, and deemed it "lame." I was caught completely by surprise by this
revelation -- I had no idea that Mr. Chandler had become wheelchair-bound in his
golden years. Nevertheless, bully for him to continue working, I say!
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