Cary Grant looked bewildered and slightly terrified, as he often does. Perhaps he, too, was puzzled at his presence in
I gazed up the hill toward the gazebo and watched as Uncle Teddy came upstairs from digging his basement
As Peter Lorre consoled his homicidal patient, I turned and continued my stroll through the park, smiling to myself.
(This story can only be called fiction because the movie was actually The Phantom of the Opera and I was not alone.)