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Needless to say, I was saddened by the lameness of last night's Oscars show. I'd been looking forward to it all weekend and, well, whatever.
I did have a epiphany during the broadcast that proved worthy of an internet search follow-up, however. During the hoopla over Angie's leg, I just had this hunch that somewhere, somehow, there was going to be a connection to Lady Macbeth. Well, here it is. As it turns out, an interesting rumination on casting choices and the (illuminating) whipped-ness of Mr. Macbeth.
Brad, care to comment?
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