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Tuesday

Since we killed hulu plus, we are looking to Amazon prime and Netflix. Tonight’s viewings were Cary Grant in Arsenic and Old Lace, and Buck Henry’s What’s Up, Doc?, both of which were enjoyed greatly.

I was very pleasantly surprised by the latter, as I wasn’t crazy about it the last time I viewed What’s Up, Doc?, probably because of a knee-jerk bias against Barbara Streisand at the time. She looked good and wasn’t particularly offensive to my ears this go ’round. The writing was good, and the actors all did a good job. Maybe some of it was retroactive nostalgia since Randy Quaid and Madeline Khan made me happy just by being there.

The last time I saw a version of Arsenic and Old Lace was at Danny’s school sometime in 2005, and the Cary Grant version was obviously superior. Not sure when I’d seen that one… maybe in high school?

How I usually feel about Streisand.

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