THERE'S MERYL........ AND THERE'S ELLEN BURSTYN

Although I did agree that Mel was a better choice for "BRAVEHEART"......Ellen remains in my top-ten lists of favorite all-around actresses........ "PROVIDENCE", "REQUIEM FOR A DREAM" and "STONE ANGEL" should have placed her, eye-to-eye, with Meryl.......Perhaps it is her lack of Central European accents, for it is not her lack of emotional depth or intellectual prowess...

film school within a film.......

If I had known as a youth.........how would my life be different?

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I really love the sick bastard......there's always a third eye to the heart of things behind his actions.....and...each season gets more convoluted and abstract. Hugh's brilliant!

I HAD TOO MUCH TO DREAM, LAST NIGHT!

After compulsively devouring madelaines, a nutty-buddie, a dozen Rite-Aid spice drops and a bag of pistachios wrapped in chocolate covered basil leaves... last night, I fell into restless slumber from which emerged a dream within a dream within a dream. I was on the set of THE BOYFRIEND, posing as Tommy Tune. Only Twiggy knew what was going on; however, she was actually Alice (of Wonderland), who was really the casting director, Tim Burton. Ken Russell, the Director, was coaching Uncle Fester, who was to play Sibelius in Russell's BBC biopic, later that year...on one set; and, on another set, of Hermione's estate from WOMEN IN LOVE, Daniel Radcliffe was being made up as Shostakovich as he was composing the score, in wisps of smoke rising through the air to a balloon of clouds, upon which floated, en ballon, co-joined twins, Edvard Greig and Albert Einstein. My attention was drawn to an elaborate rising tap-dancing set, upon which I was to impersonate a dancing and crooning Dirk Bogarde, but Peter Warlock arose from a concealed elevator device.... as Dr. Who, shoving me away to capture the role while Hugh Jackman wept as his tuxedo fell into invisibility..... Actually, all of this nonsense was perfectly believable.....in my nocturnal rapture. Then I awakened, passively unable to move any part of my body, as I slipped into silent hysterical darkness and floated off to Slumberland en allonge with Winsor McKay, Ewan McGregor and Jeanette MacDonald.......And....to think....that I've had friends tell me that they don't dream at all or that they don't remember dreams, ever.