I’m adding “Words Fail Me…” as a new blog category, because I find this increasingly to be the case in the insane world in which we live.
So I see Blockbuster is going out of business down the street, and I decide, since I’m going to be starring as Harold Hill in The Music Man in a few weeks, to see if either the 1962 version, or the newer one with Matthew Broderick and Kristen Chenowyth, is for sale (they weren’t). But I happen down the horror aisle and catch one title that I had to grab from the shelf to see if it was honest-to-goodness for-real—and to my…horror…it was.
Here’s the description, from Wikipedia:
And so, I’m thinking, how utterly miserable must your life be, that you’d give, what, an hour-and-a-half of it up to watch this…this…this…words fail me.
But there’s more; when I Googled it, I learned, much to my…horror…that there’s a sequel:
But wait…there’s even more. Yes, more. Soon, we can all look forward to…yeah, you’re way ahead of me here, aren’t you?
OK, now I’ll say it: