Prinsiana City has now had two people tell us they don't know who Charles Nelson Reilly is. How can you not know who Charles Nelson Reilly is?!? Do you have no respect for the institution of acting? Do you...well, I'll just let "Inside the Actors Studio" tell (thanks Ed):
"On the 13th of January, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty One, right here in New York City, magic happened. An artist was born that would rival Leonardo Da Vinci or Michelangelo. But his tools would not be pen nor brush, nor chisel nor palette; his tools would be his comically oversized glasses and his soul."
Anyway, I'm not much for camp and kitsch, but Reilly by some means transcends camp in a way that, say, Tammie Faye or Bruce Vilanch never could. Don't know why.
Oh, yeah, if the page has been looking funky recently, sorry. I'm playing.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
"On the 13th of January, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty One, right here in New York City, magic happened. An artist was born that would rival Leonardo Da Vinci or Michelangelo. But his tools would not be pen nor brush, nor chisel nor palette; his tools would be his comically oversized glasses and his soul."
