Parisian Lull-a-bye... hello Dulls-ville.
A break in the action: So it seemed to me, whose tastes are (apparently, due to the post ceremonious interviews) a byte un-refined, as in "dull and un-sophisticated". Guess, as in so many matters of art and entertainment..."it's just me"...๐
"A lot going on down there" So says the art, film, fashion critic...and so said the ones "in the booth" that were either really good actors themselves, as in "oohing and ahh-ing" at the right times and places...of which there were plenty of space for, given all the lulls...
"Rescue me๐!" Was all I could conger up, especially the version we, from around Motown, grew to know and love, from the likes of Fontella Bass -- a bit misleading, given that her voice range was higher while her hometown a bit south...As in "Meet me in St. Louis" At least this would be a more welcome mix, as in "come on, mix it up a bit, don't be so..."
Pre-dictable: As in these clothing ceremonies, just like our politicos here, just keep trying to out-weird! each other...Didn't anyone else see this coming...as the cameras throughout the fortnight panned from one whose rap sheet is so long that it has prompted not only several costume but name changes...which I discovered on the net while 'Snooping' around...to the guy who it took the M.I. group a full 30 years to discover, from the original series that I guess they, the critics felt only lacked, needed that trademark thing that Emeril Lagasse adds..."Bam!" in the form, body, character of Ethan Hunt, I mean T.C. -- whose own stunt work was only rivaled by those that suddenly! showed up, half way around the world, a few of which were -- no surprise to anyone watching -- half dressed. But that's what we come to expect from a group "Red Hot..." eh? So predictable...As in "just where do we go from here...?!"
"Blah, Blah, Blah...LA, LA, LA..." Guess it's just me...perhaps I'm just a dull-ard, my-self ๐๐.
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