One of my favourite stories involves a friend travelling through Outer Mongolia. They were in a beat-up VW combi van. Quite literally in the middle of nowhere, the front seat passenger decided to try to find a radio station. She turned on the radio, fiddled with the knob, and what was the first song she heard? The theme from Titanic.
I tell you this story as part explanation, part confession and part cautionary tale that I spent two hours watching the Celine docudrama on CBC television last night.
The show documented Celine Dion's birth in Charlemagne, PQ, her rise to fame, and her lifelong love affair with Rene Angelil.
It was dopey and riveting -- and the guilty thrill I experienced watching it was not unlike watching the two-part docudrama called "Love Can Build a Bridge" that detailed the life and career of The Judds and that I devoted a couple of evenings to a few years ago.
I'm so ashamed.
1 comment:
a friend of mine is absolutely certain that celine dion is following her around, because no matter where she goes in the world, she always ends up hearing a CD ballad - usually more than once. what a canadian export!!!!!
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