Cleaning Out the DVR Pt. 23: Spring Cleaning Edition

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Continuing my quest to watch all these movies sitting in my DVR (so I can record more movies!), here are six more capsule reviews for you Dear Readers:

FIFTH AVENUE GIRL (RKO 1939; D: Gregory LaCava) – A minor but entertaining bit of screwball froth revolving around rich old Walter Connolly , who’s got  problems galore: his wife (the criminally underrated Veree Teasdale) is cheating on him, his son (Tim Holt in a rare comedy role) is a polo-playing twit, his daughter (Kathryn Adams) in love with the socialism-spouting chauffer (James Ellison ), and his business is facing bankruptcy because of labor union troubles. On top of all that, no one remembers his birthday! The downcast Connolly wanders around Central Park, where he meets jobless, penniless, and practically homeless Ginger Rogers, and soon life on 5th Avenue gets turned upside-down! Ellison’s in rare form as the proletariat Marxist driver, 

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Music Video Of The Day: I Don’t Even Know What I’m Saying by Yaeger (2019, dir by The Marshall Darlings)

This music video of the day reminds me of a recurring dream of mine.  I’m always in the back seat of a car.  I’m always talking.  And it’s always a struggle to be heard.  Several of my friends have told me that they’ve had the same dream so it appears to be a universal theme of sorts.

Of course, in real life, I usually insist on either doing the driving or, at the very least, being up front in the passenger’s seat.  I like to be in control of my own destiny.