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Truly, Madly Deeply tonight. No one else wanted to watch with me so I was free to cry as much as I pleased, except for when my mom kept bursting in to accuse me of turning off her air conditioner (I never!) That last scene was the tearjerker of all time. Very satisfying.

Alan Rickman played the cello in this one, which is two steps away from the violin, and we know how I feel about guys who play violins...

One of the times my mom burst in to accuse me, she teased, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your make-out session with Alan Rickman?" and I informed her that she had, in fact, interrupted his making love to me through the medium of cinema in the form of glorious acting, and that's when I found out that not only does she not find Alan Rickman attractive, but she finds MICHAEL PALIN unattractive. And then I knew she was in the mood to tease me, for she said, "At least they're not effeminate, like--"

"DON'T SAY IT! DON'T YOU DARE!"

No taste, that woman. No wonder she married my dad. It all makes sense now. I asked which Python she did like, and she said John Cleese. Over Palin.

Come on.

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