DAYDREAMIN’ DAUPHIN
The Dauphin thought the six o’clock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise (not easy when you're passed out on the floor), wipe the ouzo out of my eyes. My steppin’ razor’s cold and it stings—but I strap it under my belt anyway and I’m ready to go out into the night, for a seven o’clock screening of a film I’ve not been looking forward to seeing, Poltergeist II: The Other Side.
DAYDREAMIN’ DAUPHIN
DRIVE INSATURDAY
Edouard Dauphin
The Dauphin thought the six o’clock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise (not easy when you're passed out on the floor), wipe the ouzo out of my eyes. My steppin’ razor’s cold and it stings—but I strap it under my belt anyway and I’m ready to go out into the night, for a seven o’clock screening of a film I’ve not been looking forward to seeing, Poltergeist II: The Other Side.
Four years back, when the original Poltergeist was released, The Dauph, in this very column, urged you to avoid it like weekold Shredded Pig’s Ears. Some of you may have listened; still, the flick went on to become, one of the highest grossing pictures of the decade. Will you heed Edouard now when he warns you away from the sequel? Nah. But as long as you keep reading, this bumptious scribbler ain’t complaining.