Seeing a story on a ten-year old film director automatically put me in a bright mood. It's so disarming, what can one do? Merely hearing him shout out "Action!" is enough to clear the mind. What it also does is put the lines "They call me baby driver" in my head. But then I am then instantly reminded of A singing "You Can Call Me Al", and the world seems complete. Everything fits and makes sense for a brief instant - impossibly fantastic when it happens.
I'm sorry, but in seeing my joy at this, I cannot resist mentioning the fact that I see yet another connection - namely the question of "Lightness or weight, which is better?".
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