5.27.2007

Celeste Holm in All About Eve (1950) - Supporting Actress Sundays

In all the times that StinkyLulu's adored All About Eve over the last two decades, this set of screenings for Supporting Actress Sundays provided some hints as to why Joseph L. Mackiewicz's complex confection is so enduringly captivating: it's a political film for the actressexual set. All About Eve treats "backstage shenanigans" -- who knows who, who's sleeping with who, how whoever got whatever part -- neither as giddy glamor nor as salacious gossip. Rather, Mankiewicz invests the backstage drama with an intricate complexity and shattering seriousness, as if Broadway wheelings and dealings were as important as affairs of state. (Which, of course, for some of us, they are...) And while Bette Davis's reigning monarch and Anne Baxter's sneaky insurgent battle for dominance, it's the shady double-dealing and influence peddling of secondary characters that ratchets the actual tension in this "political" thriller -- especially the stealthy maneuvers of the All About Eve's resident "political wife" played by...


approximately 40 minutes and 13 seconds
20 scenes
roughly 29% of film's total running time

Celeste Holm plays Karen Richards, the wife of successful Broadway playwright Lloyd Richards (a bland but cute Hugh Marlowe) and best friend of Broadway actress Margo Channing (Bette Davis, in a deliciously human diva turn). A daughter of privilege, Holm's Karen is a genteel lady of the arts in post-war Manhattan -- a lady who lunches, as 'twere. She's nearly certainly involved in any number of charities, surely soon to be on any number of boards, a regular doer of indubitably good deeds. And it's one such good deed -- retrieving a dampened young girl from the rainy stage door alley -- that instigates the machinations of all of All About Eve's political intrigues.

As Holm's Karen brings Baxter's Eve to meet Davis's Margo, it's clear that she does so with the patronizing cluelessness of so many such patrons. Holm captures Karen's naivete effectively, her velvet tang of a voice crackling with warmth. Who wouldn't want Holm's Karen as a mentor -- she's like every pledge's dream big sister, but for the sorority of Manhattan society. Of course, Holm's Karen just has no idea what she's let in the door.

But. As well as she nails Karen's being the perfect wife and perfect friend, Holm somehow misses just how strategic Karen is. As we see her in the film, Karen Richards never acts without a somewhat secret agenda; she may be a wonderful person but she's also a canny climber, a savvy player within New York's stage society. (She has effectively managed her husband's career from his lectureship at Radcliffe to being a preeminent writer for the New York stage, after all). And every major turn of All About Eve's plot -- making Eve's introduction, recommending Eve as understudy, delaying Margo's return to Manhattan -- results directly from Karen's stealthy influence peddling and power brokering.

Somehow, though, Holm's performance skips over this essential piece of Karen's character. In Holm's portrayal, Karen's yet another unwitting dupe to Eve's evil maneuvers. Especially in the extended Ladies Room scene, in which Baxter's Eve makes great show of apology only to twist the knife of shared secrets. In this scene, Holm arrives a disapproving matriarch, softens to become a nurturing big sister, before finally nearly dissolving into a little girl terrified at being caught. It's an appealing arc, and Holm executes it well. But it's glib. Karen's not merely tricked. To her chagrin, she's been outplayed by a fellow schemer -- one she so woefully, pathetically, and stupidly underestimated. But all that's buried in Holm's performance, way down beneath the doughy wounded tears.

And, this, lovely reader, is why Holm's "crazy giggles" scene rings so false. As it plays in the film, when Margo reveals that she has decided not to take the part of Cora, it's a huge weight off Karen's shoulders. Because Holm has played Karen as the noble victim of her own charity case, the only way Holm can make the scripted laughing jag work is to play it as a reaction to her own relief -- when, StinkyLulu suspects, Karen's laughter has something more to do with a cynical appreciation of "the best laid plans" and/or how Eve'll mistakenly believe her plan worked and/or something even a little darker.

Think, too, to the confrontation that Karen has with Lloyd, in which he accuses her of becoming cynical since leaving Radcliffe, to which Karen delivers the great retort: "The cynicism you refer to, I acquired the day I discovered I was different from little boys!" This line seems -- to StinkyLulu at least -- to be Karen's most illuminating self-revelation, showing that she understands that she must play the game a little differently because she's female. Unfortunately, Holm plays this scene for its shrewish, ranting comedy and -- like the laughing jag -- it becomes a discrepant moment in Karen's generalized gentility.

It's too bad, really, that Holm skirts around the edges of the Karen character. The script really places Karen in a parallel position to Addison -- with Karen ostensibly influence-peddling for good, and Addison doing so for evil. But because Holm plays Karen as just some big marshmallow lump of matronly good-intentions, that dynamic tension gets lost. (And of course Lulu really wishes that Holm had allowed Karen some sexuality, even if she skipped over Karen's clearly sapphic potential. But StinkyLulu's finally beginning to realize that Celeste Holm was really the go-to gal for diminishing the sexual threat in complex female characters. Makes StinkyLulu sad... having always been so fond of Ms. Holm.)

It's nearly a commonplace to account for Nancy Olson's nomination as the "momentum nomination" of 1950 (wherein the general Oscarly enthusiasm for a film sweeps up even less than worthy performances in its broad nomination net). And, truth be told, the ingenue is often this category's lucky pick on such occasions. But, here, I'd have to call Celeste Holm out for 1950's lucky snag. Her charismatic but glib performance provides an accumulation of winning glimpses into Karen's good heart but skirts the edges of her power-brokering, influence-peddling complexity. And it's too bad. A great character, a great movie, a great actress ...but a barely adequate performance...

5.25.2007

"Afterwards, Spend 5 Minutes With Jan" (Homo Heritage Friday)

from BLUEBOY: The National Magazine About Men.
April 1980, page 1.
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5.24.2007

"Worst Recovering Alcoholic Ever" (PhotoQuote Thursdays)

via The Superficial
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In memory of the 2 hours of StinkyLulu's life forever lost to Georgia Rule...

5.22.2007

To Dos Day

___ Item 1: (RE)WITNESS the glorious rebirth of...
...Nathaniel's legendary "She's A Bitch!" video. You really should schedule a monthly, or weekly, or daily dose of this gem.

___ Item 2: VOTE on everything...
...including what year should we do for June's Smackdown? Whether the actions of the current President warrant impeachment? Who should win American Idol? And even -- in the nifty review over at Joe's Movie Corner -- who should've won for Best Supporting Actress 2006?

___ Item 3: GUFFAW at the inanity...
...of StinkyLulu's latest most favoritest website: passive-aggressive notes from roommates, neighbors, coworkers and strangers.
(See Lu's previous/enduring fave here.)


___ Item 4: EXCITE your dramageek self...
...with JJ's genius Tony Award musings, not to mention the insider poop now on near daily dish by Modern Fabulousity.

___ Item 5: BE an athletic supporter...
...by donating to FagYerIt's fabulous BICYCLORAMA! Or, if you happen to be in the greater Los Angeles area, buy a ticket for his 1-man benefit fandango. This old pal of StinkyLulu's (and regular Smackdowner) is really putting it out there -- have you seen him in that bike outfit? -- and all for a worthy cause. So, lovely reader, show this tall drink of water some lovin' if you can.

___ Item 6: TUNE IN for the actressexual pleasures...
...of this Sunday's Supporting Actress Smackdown for 1950. Canadian Ken's joining StinkyLulu in welcoming a brave and brilliant new crew of Smackdowners for May: Vertigo's Psycho from And Your Little Blog Too; James Henry from Rants of a Diva; and Samurai Frog from Electronic Cerebrectomy. 1950's one of the most legendary years for actressing, perhaps ever, and the actresses at the edges contribute more than their share. And (from what I've seen so far) this Smackdown might just be delicious...

Have at it, lovelies...

5.20.2007

Nancy Olson in Sunset Boulevard (1950) - Supporting Actress Sundays

StinkyLulu'd never given that much thought to Betty Schaefer, "the girl" who complicates everything for Joe Gillis in Billy Wilder's ode to haunted Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard. I mean, with Gloria Swanson's glam grotesquerie & Erich Von Stroheim's creeping rattiness & William Holden's punky passivity-- Why bother even noticing "the girl"? Isn't she only there as the control group -- the necessary whiff of normalcy to contrast with the aromatic stinks of Wilder's exuberant genre experiment in "Hollywood Gothic"? Well, sure. But merely glossing over Sunset Boulevard's "girl" (as StinkyLulu has for many years) not only disregards how essential Betty Schaefer is to the cryptic puzzle of the film but, even worse, ignores the crisp, generous actressing of...

approximately 19 minutes and 28 seconds
13 scenes
roughly 18% of film's total running time

At first blush, Nancy Olson's portrayal of Betty Schaefer seems nearly glib, yet another banal entry into the Generic Ingenue Hall of Adequacy. And, indeed, that is largely what the script asks of Betty. (Indeed, early scripts sought only a "new face" for the role.) But Olson's deft performance makes a more generous choice for Betty and creates a simple but textured characterization for what might have otherwise been a prop of a part.

Nancy Olson makes the smart choice to emphasize that Betty is every bit a Hollywood creature. As much so as Swanson's Norma Desmond, really, but, with a crucial distinction: Unlike Norma, Betty's a 3rd generation worker bee who has no desire to be queen. That's not to say, Olson's Betty is without ambition -- far from it. But with youth on her side (as well as a potentially crushing failure already in her past), Olson's Betty has opted for strategic optimism. She may be a script girl now, but she's got plans, some talent, and a good eye. And it's to Nancy Olson's credit that this formidable wit and appealing confidence comes through so clearly, as early as her first scene.

But Olson's Betty and Swanson's Norma share another Hollywood attribute: the ability to spot "it" -- that elusive quality that emanates from genuine star quality. Both women smell this in Joe. It's what attracts them, what instigates their parallel engulfing obsessions, what inspires each of them to rearrange their sense of the world around this man, this beaten up writer without a penny to his name. Olson's Betty offers herself as a collaborator; Swanson's Norma presents herself as a patron. And both women gift their love as something extra, as collateral to Joe's being "something special." (Even Jack Webb's Artie seems to have a crush on Joe Gillis and it's unfortunate that William Holden's generally appealing performance just doesn't capture this aspect of the character -- the spark that so inflames all around him.)

For, as much as it is about the ghosts of Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard is also about the erotics of creativity and Olson's Betty captures this more than any other character in the film. Betty's happy enough, driven enough and successful enough -- and then a chance meeting with Joe stokes something in her. As her attraction grows, so does the flow of her creative juices. And she becomes prettier. All because of Joe, of how he makes her feel. (The parallel with Swanson's Norma is obvious.) Olson's Betty may truly love Joe, but she also wants to protect -- or possess? -- him because of the way being near him makes her feel.

And this is what StinkyLulu so admires about Nancy Olson's performance in Sunset Boulevard. Nancy Olson allows her ingenue to be -- for the most part -- no better and no worse than Swanson's gorgon. Their cravings for Joe are virtually the same. Both women just want Joe's help with a script that could transform their career (...and maybe a li'l sumpinsumpin along the way). Olson's Betty just happens to be younger, prettier and a little less batshitcrazy than Swanson's Norma. That's all. And, somehow, Olson gets this. Or, at least, by allowing her ingenue the heft of a specific humanity, Nancy Olson provides a performance that allows this aspect of the film's complicated heart to shine through.

Good for Oscar that, right away, he caught on to the fact that Nancy Olson's Betty Schaefer was a whole lot more than just "a new face"...
Sure took StinkyLulu long enough.

5.18.2007

"Total Freedom Of Movement" (Homo Heritage Fridays)

from HONCHO: The Magazine For The Macho Male.
December 1984, page 49.
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5.15.2007

To Dos Day

___ Item 1: HELP StinkyLulu arrange a screening of...
...Casting About, the 2004 documentary with a cast of millions now screening in real cities. This flick promises the convergence of two of StinkyLulu's most favorite topics: actressing & the "invisible" processes of casting. C'mon. Lu's dying over here. When? Where? How? Can I see this flick? Please? I don't even need it to be good! I just need to see it!!!!!!!!!

___ Item 2: SAVE the date...
...for the 2007 Supporting Actress Blogathon: Sunday - January 6, 2008. It's never too early to start keeping track of the year's best actressing at the edges. (No clue what Lu's yammering about? Check out the 2006 Supporting Actress Blogathon.)

___ Item 3: TRACK the scandals and malfeasance...
...of the current administration with Slate's handy cartoon guide.

___ Item 4: PONDER the unlikelihoods...
...of StinkyLulu's Realities. An all-minority final four on Survivor? With an all-black final three? Where's the hubbub? Three black women in the final four of American Idol? The out gays being booted from the gayest of the gay Shear Genius? Will Jaslene's not-deaf-but-deaf accent keep her from winning Next Top Model? And WTF! is Lulu gon' do when all this reality ends? PIRATES? Help?!?!

___ Item 5: SEND OUT for smelling salts...
...or a fire extinguisher. Because the weekend StinkyLulu's attending the Miss New Mexico Pageant in scenic Alamogordo is the same weekend of The Tony Awards. Either StinkyLulu will expire in a swooning faint from all the gayness or just combust in a big poof of flaming faggotry.

___ Item 6: CELEBRATE...
...the end of the semester as the 600+ pages of student writing that -- just last week -- piled atop StinkyLulu's desk has now been evaluated, commented upon, and returned. Furthermore, it's worth noting that the end of this semester also happens to mark the end of StinkyLulu's sentence on the exhausting wheel of fake-ulty adjunctness. Because -- come Fall 2007 -- StinkyLulu will embark on the tenure-track right here in the Land of Enchantment. It's official. We's staying put but we's fully employed. And s'all good. Real good. Woohoo.

Have at it, lovelies...

5.14.2007

VOTE: JUNE's Supporting Actress Sundays

It's that time again -- the second Monday of the month. Time to start anticipating June's possibilities. So, do tell...

What year deserves the focus
for JUNE's month of
Supporting Actress Sundays?

Your nominees for June are:

  • 1951:Joan Blondell in The Blue Veil; Mildred Dunnock in Death of a Salesman; Lee Grant in Detective Story; Kim Hunter in A Streetcar Named Desire; Thelma Ritter in The Mating Season.
  • 1960: Glynis Johns in The Sundowners; Shirley Jones in Elmer Gantry; Shirley Knight in The Dark at the Top of the Stairs; Janet Leigh in Psycho; Mary Ure in Sons and Lovers.
  • 1969: Catherine Burns in Last Summer; Dyan Cannon in Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice; Goldie Hawn in Cactus Flower; Sylvia Miles in Midnight Cowboy; Susannah York in They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
  • 1978: Dyan Cannon in Heaven Can Wait; Penelope Milford in Coming Home; Maureen Stapleton in Interiors; Maggie Smith in California Suite; Meryl Streep in The Deer Hunter.
  • 1987: Norma Aleandro in Gaby - a True Story; Anne Archer in Fatal Attraction; Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck; Anne Ramsey in Throw Momma From the Train; Ann Sothern in The Whales of August.

The choice is yours...

Let your voice be heard in the voting column at right.

5.13.2007

Thelma Ritter in All About Eve (1950) - Supporting Actress Sundays

Joseph Mankiewicz's revered film, All About Eve, depicts that curious species ("The Actress") in her natural habitat ("Just Off Stage"). Layered with all kinds of in-jokes, not to mention the basic melodrama of theatrical/romantic intrigue, All About Eve boasts a loaded bill of legendary actresses each of whom easily overshadows the men (save perhaps for the resident queerish wag, of course). Indeed, All About Eve is a veritable smorgasboard of actressexual delights...a romp really, in the sordid pleasures of actressing at the edges (not to mention the centers). And a few of the choicest bits of said pleasures derive from the Patron Saint of Actressing at the Edges, the one and the only...


...Thelma Ritter in All About Eve (1950).
approximately 11 minutes and 21 seconds
10 scenes
roughly 8% of film's total running time

StinkyLulu's waxed rhapsodic about Thelma Ritter before but, truly, Ritter's Birdie -- the former vaudevillian who's somehow found her way to being the maid for a serious stage actress (Bette Davis) -- shows Ritter as her crusty, caring best.

Mankiewicz doesn't give Ritter all that much to do in the film. Most of her scenes come at two plot points (the introduction of Eve & the bumpy night party), with a brief but essential bridge between. Even more, within those scenes, Ritter's Birdie seems mostly to be there to wave the big red flags that the principal characters are too sentimental to see. To be honest, Birdie's a thin wisp of a role, almost a plot device really. Nonetheless, the character is essential to the story and, in Ritter's hands, Birdie also comes palpably to life. Much like another impressive cameo performance in the picture, Ritter brings a formidable clarity and charisma to the role, making Birdie fully memorable besides.

For, in Ritter's hands, there's never a doubt that Birdie's a real person. Crabby, cynical and occasionally crass, to be sure -- but Ritter's Birdie is never a caricature. Ritter manages the banter with Davis easily, allowing Birdie's history as a mid-tier vaudevillian to inform their relationship and explain Birdie's astute capacity to judge character. And few actresses but Ritter would have been so adept maneuvering one of the tart-tongued character's tricksiest moments. Eve (Anne Baxter) has delivered her sobstory. Margo's dressing room -- packed with the NY cultural elite -- is agog with sentiment. But it's Ritter's Birdie who pipes up, breaking the soppy silence: "What a story. Everything but a pack of bloodhounds snapping at her rear end." Ritter plays this moment in a fashion that's testament to her particular gifts. The snark of the line comes through, but so too does the fact that Ritter's Birdie is genuinely moved by what she's just heard. What's even better: Ritter's duality in this moment -- goodhearted sweetness cut with a worldly tartness -- also enables Birdie to wave that big red flag (Bullshit!! Bullshit!!) without compromising the ease of Eve's hustle.

Ritter's characterization of Birdie is a marvel of efficiency and clarity. Ritter -- along with Davis & Monroe -- is pitch perfect casting amplified by the artful execution of what might have easily been a non-dimensional role. (Notably, not all of the roles in All About Eve do as well on these counts. Be sure to check out this conversation about the casting of the central role of Eve between May Smackdowners Ken & Vertigo's Psycho.) But, alas, Ritter's Birdie leaves the scene of All About Eve way too soon, making a characteristically understated exit (albeit with sable coat in tow). It's a pity really, that Ritter's Birdie is gone so soon... Wouldn't "that scene" where Birdie & Eve square off have been a treat? (Much more satisfying in some ways than the gender-squicky one that happens with Addision, if you ask StinkyLulu.)

But that was one of Ritter's most amazing gifts. Dishing everything precisely as it needs to be served, always leaving you wanting just a little bit more...

5.12.2007

StinkyLulu Answers 5 Questions from The Film Experience

StinkyLulu was just thrilled this week to receive another 5 Questions. From Nathaniel of The Film Experience. 'Twas both a delightful surprise and a welcome respite from the travails of finals week...

The Film Experience (L) asked StinkyLulu (R)...
1. We share an immense love of grilled cheese. I have never found a way to work this love into my movie blog --so I'm jealous of the flexibility of your blogging. Have you ever seen someone eat a grilled cheese sandwich in a movie? If not, who should? Should there be bacon or tomato on it? Or just straight up bread and cheese... Do tell.

Amazingly, I can't think of anyone eating a grilled cheese in a movie. (Hey lovely readers! Help StinkyLu out with this one in comments?!?) I mean, PeeWee talked about grilled cheese sammiches a lot on the teevee program, but not in the movies... Hmmm.

But if I ruled the world, I'd like to commission an annual photoshoot that would stage each year's roster of Best Actress nominees eating a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich. (Substitutions for the bacon would be allowed only for religious or serious ethical considerations; diets be damned.) Just think. 2007 would have brought us Helen Mirren, Meryl Streep, Judi Dench, Kate Winslet and Penelope Cruz all hopped up on grease and cheese.

Ya know? I think Best Actresses + Grilled Cheese/Bacon sandwiches might very well be the truest definition of good times...


2: We know about your love of actressing at the edges and I don't mean to be heretical but what about actoring? Are there any male actors you look forward to seeing in the same way (or nearly the same way) as the ladies... share their names.

With actors, StinkyLulu gets easily confused. Does my excitement about this or that actor get stoked because I think he's cute/hot/dear? Or am I actually enthralled by his actorly choices, his gifts, his presence? Indeed, 'tis discombobulating. That said, I do enjoy some actors very very much. My list of favorites includes a range of actors that, yes, I do find quite attractive but I've come to realize that I like them so much and 'forlongtime' because they're truly interesting, surprising, enthralling performers. To a one, they're always among the best things about their respective movies, making me want to watch a movie about their character - my true test for "the edges"... So what if they're all pretty f'n hot. (Ain't nothing sexier than real talent, eh?) So, I now introduce my current stable of currently working most favorite actors:

StinkyLulu's Boys

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3: What are your three favorite books?

• My Most Favorite Book of the Last Few Years:
Sarah Vowell's Assassination Vacation. I'm generally a sucker for all the This American Life-like essayists/memoirists: Sedaris, Rakoff, Burroughs, Lamott, Franzen... But my favorite is Vowell -- funny, accessible, unapologetically smart. And Assassination Vacation is the kind of book I aspire to write one day: a seemingly effortless blend of history, commentary, autobiography & fun. (Plus, the audiobook version is nifty, too.)

• The One Book I'd Take to a Deserted Island:
Tennessee Williams's Collected Stories. Yes, attentive readers already know I'm an unrepentant fan of Tennessee Williams. But this is probably my most favorite volume in his entire oeuvre. Glimpses of heaven and hell, enough drama to keep ya busy for weeks, months, maybe years. Wow.

• The Book That Made Me Who I Am Today:
The Intimate Sex Lives of Famous People by Irving Wallace, Amy Wallace, David Wallechinsky & Sylvia Wallace. I can't even imagine how many times I read this 1981 bestseller from cover to cover. Even more, I'm sometimes pretty sure that I became a cultural historian because of this book. The very idea that history could be silly, sexy and strange? That gender, sexuality and perversion could be the subject of serious writerly attention. Well. I learned that here. I haven't picked it up in years (not even sure I have a copy anymore) and I'm sure I would be appalled -- politically, aesthetically, historically -- by the the literary stylings of the Wallace Family (!). But ya gotta give the credit where the credit is due...

4: Your homo heritage series sometimes unnerves me but I totally believe in preserving history. The Coming Out process and the AIDS epidemic have both been covered abundantly in gay film. What gay topic do you think deserves big screen treatment (not that movies are the best way to preserve history...)

For fans of Homo Heritage Fridays, it'll come as little surprise that the years just prior to the real onslaught of AIDS (basically 1977-1983) are absolutely fascinating to me. And, frankly, it's a period that has received scant cinematic attention beyond a few mournful, nostalgic shorts. If I had a gazilliatrillion dollars I'd love to commission Tony Kushner to develop Larry Kramer's 1978 novel, Faggots, for the screen. I'd also try to make him tweak the story so it could conclude in 1981 with shots of folks who became GMHC tabling on Fire Island. I'd have an underutilized lesbian director -- someone like Angela Robinson or Cheryl Dunye or Alice Wu -- film it with a cast of openly gay actors (T.R. Knight, Neil Patrick Harris, Mario Cantone, B.D. Wong, John Cameron Mitchell, Adam Rapp, Cheyenne Jackson, Robert Gant, etc) in their 20s, 30s and 40s -- the generation who've lived the legacies of this era. It'd be a rocking, sexy epic of faggotry... A Lu can dream.

Alternately, I'd love to see a biopic of Ramon Novarro's early career done in the style of Coppola's
Marie Antoinette. A high style confection/meditation on the trials of celebrity in gay Hollywood's tawdry 1920s...

5. I'm stealing the final question from Gay Prof's 5 --- why do you worship and/or adore The Film Experience?

What I love about The Film Experience is that your sites are just so...you. See, I think you've got a touch of that Gemini genius for overdoing things. You're predisposed to grandiose crackpot schemes as well as simultaneous all-consuming obsessions while also possessing a preternatural capacity for encyclopedic detail. And I just adore that you've marshaled all that potential insanity into the creation and sustenance of your site/s. What's more, in doing so, you've become a beacon for freakish film obsessives the world over. We are as moths drawn to your flaming film freakery. And (with that parallel Gemini genius for generosity) you welcome us all... You've built an altar to film obsession on the virtual scale of a Mayan pyramid and you're a welcoming hostess besides. What's not to worship and/or adore?

Dang. I really do love answering questions like these.
Thanks, Nathaniel! 'Twas a delight.

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Send your 5 Questions right along! StinkyLulu could go on doing this forever...