I just sat through a nail-biting, emotionally exhausting two
hour TV movie. The opening ten minutes were especially
nerve-wracking. The film begins with elderly Floridians squinting at
their butterfly ballots, then stabbing at the ,
scary music playing, over and over, as they vote by accident for Pat Buchanan. Think of the shower scene in
Psycho with your grandmother instead of Janet Leigh. Even more
exciting: would the panting, lurching advance man catch up with Al Gore before
he walked onstage to concede?
Maybe not everybody would...
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