One of the first shots in Michael Moore's masterpiece SiCKO, is of an uninsured American with a large, gaping, bloody wound in his knee. He's calmly stitching it up. The poor guy with the wound is tending to himself. A doctor is a luxury he can't afford. But this is just how things are in the United States, the richest country on the planet.

I watched THAT movie again last night. How revolting!

There are so many reasons for me not to like Delovely. For one thing, I'm not particularly a Cole Porter fan. For another, I think the basic metaphor of the film (life as theater) has been done to death, and was done as well as it is ever likely to be done in All That Jazz.

And then there is Kevin Kline.