I love it... I want to continue it with the Columbian mob taking it all over. The father dropped into the sea off Bahia Del Mar. The scene where the son is killed by a weight dropping on him. The Irish tenor who sings obliviously in a rest room in the Miami airport. The 86 year old WW2 vet who is finally forced into a nursing home and has to give up his electric trains. Then -- not mere oblivion but a questionable apocalypse that includes squads of characters from Dickens effecting a major purge of reality. Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]> wrote: Note: "HGTV" is the "House and Garden Network," a cable network that exclusively broadcasts shows about the sale, purchase, and remodeling of real estate. "House Hunters" is one of its programs. HGTV The crew from “House Hunters” won’t make him self-conscious: he is *one, buzz-cut, plug-shaped, fist-faced entity – what would self-consciousness mean? And on that stretch of that coast, one needn’t jaw too much about Jesus and waste Sunday mornings, which can be spent replanking docks, upgrading systems at his clubs, fielding complaints from the properties in his wife’s name, consulting whatever Martinez or Gomez provides this season’s workers, and doing accounts. Establishing shots – teak decks with flowers, beach volleyball (bikinis bouncing), eaters, a hanging swordfish – are of a paradise he mostly owns, best seen from the access road at a strictly enforced (her brother is sheriff) forty. And his House. But the house they are hunting will be the younger son’s, who has proved his usefulness in many ways; whose biceps extrude like wurst from a sleeveless T; whose pout (which is not the expression of one who stands alone) contrasts with the stolid brother and the brat-becoming- slut kid-sister. Who are seldom shown. It is the mother – a wide blonde version of the boss – who looms like a sandstone cliff in background and reaction shots as the boy repeatedly says that what he wants in his new house is a game room, and a weight room, TV room, and room for his friends to hang out. The father’s face is set in stern bestowal of reward. Those of the friends, briefly seen, though they are steadily, gamely grinning, suggest not victory but loss. And they choose – the boy chooses – the second of three vinyl-sided mansions in a treeless plain a mile inland. There’s a yard, yards are good; less pool than Number 1 but more garage than Number 3 … we see him being judicious. The mother talks, as women should, about “nice light.” The kid uses for the eighth time in the program the term “game room,” and, somewhat baldly, “babe-magnet”; pumps his fist and whoo-hoos. We see him settling in. There’s a girl, really smart, but the relationship turns sour. A friend abuses some privilege, gets kicked out – though our hero himself breaks things, lets crap pile up in long weeks working for the Man. The camera has long since left him, but the film continues. --------------------------------- Park yourself in front of a world of choices in alternative vehicles. Visit the Yahoo! Auto Green Center.