I quite liked Catch Me If You Can, and think you should give it a chance.
I apologize for the hard-sell hyperbole of the sentence above.
And be sure to stay tuned to Vanity Fair's night-owl, red-eye coverage of the Royal Wedding.
How well I remember getting up early in 1981 for the nuptials of Charles and Diana, writing it up for my Village Voice TV column under the title "I Cried at Their Wedding," which may have been a bit too royalist in sentiment for the red diaper babies at the paper, though I can recall and may be doing them an injustice.
It wasn't the royals I admired anyway but Diana, who I stood waiting three hours in Leicester Square to get a glimpse of one chill evening following the London premiere of Labyrinth, getting only a fractional look at her as she exited to a barrage of flash bulbs. And you know what?--it was worth it.
Source: http://www.vanityfair.com/online/wolcott/2011/04/programming-notes.html
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