So, one last reminder: we've been leap-frogging and lily-padding up the list in order to fill holes that were created by my reshuffling, a necessity after resuming this hibernating Favorites project
. If we were advancing step by step, as we'll soon have the luxury to do, we would have advanced from the Woody Allen duo
I unveiled yesterday at #48 to everyone's favorite water-safety crusader
at #47, then to three barely consolable women
at #46, and then to yet more Woody
, at his dearest and most delicate, at #45. I'm hoping all these new entries are luring people back to the ones I wrote before the great Rip Van Winkle nap of 2006-2008.
But any cheerleader who's worth her high kicks is also up to a huge, bounding jump now and then, so if you're vaulting straight from #48 to #44
, you're in good company. Just watch your back, and be careful not to upstage anyone who cares even more wildly than you do... (P.S.
Slightly edited, since I forgot to explain why I often only want to watch the first half.)
Labels: 1990s, Favorites, Holly Hunter, TV