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HERE IT IS-- THE ANTICIPATED AND MUCH-BALLYHOOED
sequel to The Grandson (well, really there was no ballyhooing...the producer-director just happens to like that word): The Grandson Orders Brunch...in which the title character can no longer be pacified by his doting grandmother. Just to set the scene, I can tell you the grandmother arose at 6:30 in the morning and dressed her sleepy self--so recently home from a trip to southern Virginia, where she'd gotten but scant restful slumber (on account of spending the night in a room with a lovely view she had known since childhood--besmirched, however, by the malodorous inklings of mold and mildew) . She sets out to rescue her daughter, who herself is in the throes of a much more extreme case of sparse and interrupted sleep.

A note of warning: You may find yourself, Dear Viewer, a bit disgruntled by the abrupt ending, leaving you with a hunger for slightly more development of the plot (not to mention the way it leaves one hanging, questions on one's lips). Keep in mind the producer-director was dealing with a a disgruntled little actor, quite dissatisfied with the blue-green plastic object hanging on his lips. And, yes, indeed, it was his outsized hunger calling all the shots!



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