Good day Sunshine

James Wolcott's recent review of Little Miss Sunshine (which should be retitled Little Miss Sundance in honor of the film labs in which this inexplicable mini-phenomenon was rehearsed and schooled as thoroughly as Abigail Breslin's character) is close enough to mine to make me wonder if he gets his daily dose of AGI, but it's worth posting because the film's recent Oscar benediction reminds me that there are plenty of people who think it's the shit. During a movie discussion in class last week one girl admitted that although she'd missed it in the theater she owned a DVD copy; she's seen it three times. "The grandfather is so much like my abuelo!" she giggled. She was dressed conservatively.