And rain

tell yourself again, what scent lies ahead, my hay or theater curtains, once a banana - always a vegetarian dish, beer now, what television is this, and on the seventh wristwatch hands were laid at rest, not that again, devil is in the retails, as goes avgolemono - so goes opossum, sacking krill went kurps to spill, down by the liver I bought my daisy, diner won't you snow - diner won't you snow - diner won't you snow your corn, thick as a snickers, rants in your stance, penny and the bets, four snore and sentence fears are low, our bother - who's art is kevin - haul the wood free by train - my kiddie's thumb - why spill the rum - on birth anise fizz eleven.

"Veteran filmmaker Barry Levinson (who gave us "Good Morning Vietnam" and "Rain Man" as well as the sci-fi botch "Sphere" and the Ben Stiller-Jack Black comedy you never heart of, "Envy") could write a book about the vagaries of Hollywood. Instead, he has filmed another droll movieland memoir, producer Art Linson's "What Just Happened?"
The movie, starring Robert De Niro as a producer juggling familial and creative crises, with Sean Penn and Bruce Willis playing satirical variants of themselves, is the latest in a long-running Hollywood tradition of cheeky glimpses behind the industry's red velvet curtain. " (Colin Covert, Star Tribune, Minneapolis)