This is a sweet little idyll of a movie, enhanced by the ogre like husband character, cubed in its poignance by the nasty murder of the writer / director / supporting actress Adrian Shelly between wrap and release. Andy Griffith is as good as ever.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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If that movie had been a fart it would have stunk bad enough to have Colon Powell search for it as a weapon of mass destruction.
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