I Just Love Listening To The Laughter.

There Seems To Be This Tendency Toward Denigrating Romantic Comedies As Of Late Because It Becomes Something Sort Of Cheesy Or Whatever. Whereas This Embraced What It Was. As A Fan Of When Harry Met Sally Or Annie Hall, As A Demonstration Of What Romantic Comedy Could Be And Should Be, I Immediately Phoned Nira Back And Said, "yeah, I'd Like To Do This. It'll Be Fun."

I Mean, Yeah, I'm Sure That Python And The Other Things Have Paved The Way For A Greater Understanding Of The British Sense Of Humor, But I Don't Think It's All That Different Than The American Sense Of Humor.

Plainly It Isn't An Exact Science, Despite It Being A Complex Interaction Of Micro-decisions And Corresponding Thought; Perhaps It Doesn't Always Work And We Pass By Some Potential Soulmates Like The Proverbial Ships In The Night, Never Quite Connecting. Then Again, Perhaps The System Is Tenacious And Continues To Run Like A Computer Program On Infinite Loop, So That If At First You Don't Meet, You Are Drawn Back Together For Another Try.

It's Hard, Really, To Make Any Physical Movement That Hasn't Been Done In Another Film. If You Grab Someone's Hand, It Doesn't Mean You're Referencing Other Films With Grabbing Hands...

Bill Hicks Wasn't Just A Comic, He Was A Crusader Against Humanity's Relentless Capacity To Underachieve