early in the morning I can know will only radio and only SR2 endure and not this media murder instrument called a double presentation, in which not one but two (zugekokste hormonally overdriven? Escaped from the asylum? ) persons dead of night Time cut down even the dirty jokes around the ears - in combination with the gedudelten in infinite loop "hits of today," interrupted only by aberrant advertising and the "Latest" (who ever invented this increase from the current Current is as up to date any more than white? than white!), not to endure even for me Master.
The increase in this nerve-jangling adversity is breakfast television. Definitely. If there is no radio in the hotel - almost always - though I turn on the TV in the morning sometimes, but usually quite quickly again. Too scary, this mix of news, everything from the cute puppies swings over the side effects a colonoscopy up to the live interview with covers buried earthquake victims and thereby charged to run away from melodramatic (attached?) concern and exuberant enthusiasm for the (sir) last Pups.
In America, the home of the breakfast television - I assume that this kind of fun stuff, which then spread like a plague around the world, USA broods yes actually always liked from - clamor, as the film "Morning Glory" demonstrates vividly, quote technically tomorrow morning several shows against each other. bobs on the eternal loser place there "Daybreak" to himself, to Jerry Barnes (Jeff Goldblum) fired the fresh and accordingly desperate Becky Fuller (Rachel McAdams, unfortunately saddled with a terrible dubbing voice) adjusts to the shop on its feet (f? to bring).
But alas: (confidently as ever: Diane Keaton) Colleen Peck, the presenter, is an eccentric bitch, her co-host a sexist male chauvinist pig, the team either by active or disillusioned. As the only sunshine in the house radiates the attractive producer Adam, played by adorable Patrick Wilson, who even from Becky's something, well, hysterical nature can not bring out the concept and courts her brave, although she obviously has one of the swatter. I mean, it's about Patrick Wilson, who has not a single bone in the body that would not be perfect, and Becky bucks? Tztztz.
After all, she is daring enough to commit just the sacked former Star journalist Mike Pomeroy with shady agents as moderator. And Harrison Ford, star of the good old warrior and fight archaeologist, this guy plays so great that it is a real Pleasure to watch him in how he lets the poor Becky accrue maintained again and again until it hums like a top, the poor thing.
It would be no American comedy, but the whole thing would not end positively, as you remain faithful to it then. And so have all the love, the show is saved, FINALLY answered Becky Adams and Mike Pomeroy Advertise adopted with the remark that he will soon prepare fritters, which calls the mob out there so very profane Donuts.
Delicious, literally. I had to laugh at times like I've almost got a stitch ...
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