Oh, you're all so cute, with your Keillor-love. So I'll try not to spoil it with my usual anti-PHC negativity. I might see it, or more likely, rent it, just for the local MN stuff, the Fitzgerald Theater and all. But the music, both on the radio show and the film, makes me want to... just... shoot myself in the face. Some great musicians doing some terrible, hokey bullshit. And why Lindsay Lohan? An untalented rack of lanugo-covered bones with a pair of tits hanging off it. Oops, that's a bit negative, isn't it? Sorry. See, I just shouldn't talk about anything Garrison Keillor-related. I'll see myself out...

---Lepus Rex