Last night, we watched the DVD of Girl, Interrupted.
The Bernadette Peters Live at Carnegie Hall was cracked. It was either that or my partner was going to watch The Mummy listening to the director's commentary.
Remind me never to be put in an insane asylum with Angelina Josie. Or Wynona Ryder. I almost got sick at the scene where Josie's character talks a woman named Daisy into killing herself, no less while listening to Connie Francis singing Why do the birds keep on singing, why does the ocean rush to the shore...don't they know, it's the end of the world, it ended when you said goodbye.
