Some damn shame
Two weeks ago we barely made it through the gaseous "Love Liza."
Today we gambled on "Owning Mahoney", hoping to enjoy Philip Seymour Hoffman extolling a more redeaming role.
Liza took the low road to drearyville, but the RC cars are kick ass. Two points for the client's protective measures at the apocalypse.
Mahoney's trek is similar, but the ending is much more satisfying. Perhaps it needed to be that way as it was true, but I'm a bit more disturbed at wondering which scenario is more prevelant. Near the end, when we're wondering "what next?", Mahoney scratches his head, in a way only P.S. Hoffman can pull off, and I wonder: I bet that guy could pick his nose so much like a regular guy I wouldn't notice until the second time around. (I called Tam back in two watch the end again--she left when he was reaching terminal velocity.)
Tam says: "At least we didn't get that one where he's a drag queen."
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