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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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