Richard Harris is a force, a hulking presence which command comparison to Brando. One can fathom the departed Inacandenza rhapsodizing The Sporting Life with wee Hal and Mario using arcs of refractive inversion and the defining directness of statics, all the while while flourishing in his praise of the "great Ape" as Harris is referred to by Miss Roberts late in the film.
I have drawn allusions to both David Eggers and David Foster Wallace in my initial pair of efforts. I still suck but not near as bad as Baby Mama which I viewed this evening at work. I doubt a ten minute sketch on SNL could have appeared as forced and vacant as the forgotten effort. Being forced to endure five minutes of eye contact with Steve Martin (which is alleged to be funny reflection of the new age wonky which is Whole Foods) is infinitely preferable. Echoing Jeremiah Wright, its not deficient but different.
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