Mr. Red

Once upon a time, in a land not very far away, there lived a man named Redford Red. His bed was red, his car was red, his banjo was red. Even still, it was none of these things that made him a complete outcast.

That was because he was a horrible person (and a terrible banjo player).

One day, he decided to change his name, so people wouln't recognise him so suddenly.

So he did.

To Dylan Knur.

Pity, he's still a horrible person.

But no whe has some friends, although one mysterious individual with dark hair and ambiguously blue eys pushes him around quite a bit, much to Redford- sorry, Dylan-'s mother's horror.

And it is with this news that I announce my annoyance.

Annoyance at major DVD retailers.

Because they don't stock Dancer in the Dark.

And if they do, its at quite an obsorbitant price.

Well, that was my rambling for today.

Huzzah.