But, if you really want, I can get a rant in late this week or early next week. Yes, this is the 701st posting to the blog since I started with the promise to post at least once a week. I grew to like it after reluctantly taking up the gauntlet. I love coming here and writing about whatever tickles my fancy. Today is no exception. <\/p>\n
Please follow me on Twitter<\/a>, and “Like” the Facebook author page<\/a>. Don’t forget to subscribe (the box is on the right side of the page) to be eligible for free e-books and other benefits!<\/p>\n This is one of my semi-notorious reviews. I don’t follow the usual formats, I look for different things in a movie than the professional critics, and I play from the heart. I also happen to have been a fan of Frankie Valli<\/a> since I was a little kid. I saw him (and the Four Seasons\/1977 incarnation) in concert many years ago. I was blown away by the concert. It still ranks as the best one I’ve ever attended. Once again my dating life suffered because the music was so much more important than the girl. Yeah, I’m known to be stupid like that on occasion.<\/p>\n When the musical Jersey Boys<\/a> was making the rounds I managed to be working\/otherwise engaged every time it was within range. I hated that fact, and jumped for joy when I heard about the movie. Tuesday I sat in a largely empty theater and saw the movie. My lovely wife could not attend with me. That turned out to be a good thing.<\/p>\n Yes, the chair-dancing, foot-tapping, and singing along quietly would have bugged her. I felt justified way up in the back where nobody would be bothered. It was one of those movies. I knew all the words, I knew a part of the story (not as much as I thought, it turns out) and I grinned like an idiot for most of the movie. If you’d like a taste before we go on, here’s the trailer<\/a>.<\/p>\n