Every time I watch Waiting for Guffman, I always feel sorry for Libby at the end. While the others are off pursuing their dreams, deluded as they may be, poor Libby is back where she started. A different DQ, but stuck in the same rut of a life. Her passion for acting is over and her beloved mentor has returned to toil in New York (Which is really an island with lots of people, lots of different people). Damn it! I love you, Libby Mae Brown, and I want you to live!
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