I am pleased and, frankly, relieved to hear that this film is respectful of Christianity. I fully expected that the twist ending would be that The Book of Eli is actually the Yellow Pages or "Dianetics" or "The Joy of Cooking", just to show us all what silly, empty fools we are to put our hope and trust in a book. That, plus the fact that I am all about the post-apocalypse, makes me suddenly keen to see this.

I love the notion that people condemn Polanski because we want to feel morally superior. You know what? I AM superior to that piece of Eurotrash. I don't just think it, I know it. He confessed to drugging and raping a child, so we know just where he stands. Know what else? I am morally superior to those who stand up for, defend and laud child rapists, too.

It has become a family tradition to see how soon after Thanksgiving dinner is over we can watch "Holiday Inn". It has become the traditional kick-off to the Christmas season for us, and this is a family of old school W.A.S.Ps who believe in keeping Advent as distinct and separate from Christmas.____A fantastic score, a perfect cast and the most beautiful setting imaginable. I can only hope that, if I live a good life, my Eternal Reward will look something like Holiday Inn on the first Christmas, when just Bing and Marjorie are by the fire in their bathrobes...

I have not yet seen the series, but I have played it out in my head about a thousand times. One main reason I live in a small, quiet town if Florida is because I spent the longest year of my life working just blocks from Ground Zero. One too many visits from the NYPD because of threats to my office, one too many lunch hours watching Bomb Squad trucks roll by...

Now, aside from being eaten by a gator or gored by a feral hog, I don't have too much to fear.

Christmas, New York City and Maureen O'Hara all in one wonderful package...does it get any better? I had the pleasure of seeing Miss O'Hara a few years ago, when she was Grand Marshal of the St. Patrick's Day Parade. She was radiantly beautiful, strutting down Fifth Avenue with a magical smile I will never forget.

And she still has GREAT legs.

My particular film has a happy ending-- I finally caught on, and I ended up marrying a positively wonderful woman. The secret--marry a woman whose first husband was a total s.o.b. It makes them grateful, realistic and appreciative of a guy who, while not Robert Mitchum, keeps the home fires burning!

I loved the original series, both because it was very clever and because the protagonist drove the World's Greatest Car, the Lotus Super Seven. I have coveted that set of wheels for 40 years. In fact, I believe that I would cheerfully move to a high-tech dictatorship if, as a trade-off, I got that car.

Heck, we're probably headed for a dictatorship anyway, so I might as well get the wheels.

I saw this one for the first time last year. I don't know...something with it didn't click. I think perhaps it was the fact that, for most of my adult life, I was the Wendell Corey part, forever losing girls to the dreamy good-for-nothing. It has always predisposed me to root for the underdog in films like this.

Let's face it--Wendell Corey wasn't as dreamy or exciting, but guys like that would do a better job of providing a stable and supportive home for both mother and son. Too bad that doesn't make a good movie.

What a wonderful, beautiful, perfect film. I, too, wish that I could live forever in the sophisticated New York and the storybook Connecticut of this movie--dinner at Cafe Felix (was there EVER a cozier setting?) then off to a picture-perfect farm in Connecticut. I imagine that Holiday Inn is just down the road.

My wife, daughter and I find ourselves endlessly quoting this movie year-round. "Cold chicken is my WEAKNESS!" is a particular favorite, although I am partial to "I smell kidneys!"

"Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol" likewise contains a melancholy song sung by Belle, but it is infinitely better (Jule Styne wrote it, which is pretty good for a cartoon). I wish the Muppets could have bought the rights...