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Perhaps in another world, this mister of deux daughters (who sometimes feels caught in an invisible parent trap), we perchance met on a parallel version and/or sequel to Freaky Friday. This older dada certainly does not feel smitten with any love bug sentiment, nor does he expect any confessions from (what the media seem to portray) as some drama queen, but merely decided to express calculated adoration for an actress whom my two darling progeny enjoy watching countless times. I too confess at sitting transfixed in front of the television marveling (time and again) at the camera tricks of the trade as you portray the identical twins Hallie and Annie, who (thru a series of unfortunate events) got separated at birth when their parents divorced. Happenstance (thru cunning yet ingenious literary craftsmanship contrive) vis a vis the arranged fluke chance encounter whence that Hallie gram or hologram who portrays one and the same prepubescent girl) chance to meet at summer camp, they begin plotting to reunite their estranged parents. Although a far-fetched stretched plot, the story continues to offer appeal even after repeated viewings, and now especially since the recent, and most unexpected tragic skiing accident of the late Natasha Richardson.
In a similar vein, the teenage riddled angst ably and aptly by the fifteen year old character Anna (in the throes of autonomy from Dr. Tess Coleman (admirably dramatized by Jamie Lee Curtis) similarly found this papa (who generally prefers to squirrel himself away with the latest issue of Time Magazine or the company of this, that or another choice book) admits to relish the figurative food for thought ability to switch via transmigration charisma, dogma, karma and persona from mother to adolescent female progeny. More personal constitutes the abysmal tabloids that (like ferocious beasts of prey) tear into the private life of one talented young lady, whose travails feed the grist mill with folderol like wild animals feeding on fodder. Although nothing but a lapsed blood hound (who might appear to be muttering nothing but dog gone bona fide doggerel), I really do mean to communicate sympathy at how the media shines a spot light on lives lit up by simply being in the limelight. No matter that headlines link your name with some misstep, this veritable wayfarer who surfs the net wishes to befriend, commend, and defend the exemplary ability to survive adversity despite being unfairly critiqued, lambasted, and scrutinized by the press.
