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"My words, irrelevant of being meant with an intent of humor, were hurtful, and unacceptable. I am ashamed I was capable of these really horrible attempts to get attention at that time. I regret them deeply. This was not acceptable behavior. These were words I threw out at the time with no thought or recognition of the harm my words could do, and now have done today."

Too late, Ralphy boy. There is no gingold to make it all go away. Cancel Culture has taken your life and turned it into crap. You're not getting a job and you'll never work in this town again. It doesn't matter that this happened 10 years ago or yesterday. YOU ARE GUILTY OF WRONG THINK.

Worse, you are guilty of THINKING.

Grant Gustin wrote he was "shocked, saddened and angry when I saw the tweets. Words matter."

Absolutely. Words matter. That's why they're covered under the First Amendment.

Hollyweird doesn't care. I do. That's why you'll see other ratings on individual shows with a 10, a 9 -- but alas. These enlightened ACTORS don't see how their ACTIONS hurt the show.

Jerry Gold was Gold for Murphy Brown: although he was only in a handful of episodes he was like Q on TNG, people remember him being a regular character.

Jay Thomas (Jack) had a great time: they had a gimmick on the show. The two main characters would talk directly to the camera as little asides. However, the "love" interest, Susan Dey sounded like a preachier Candice Bergen. Fortunately, they got rid of the gimmick and Dey.

And then Annie arrived. What a breath of fresh air. Did you ever see Designing Women? I didn't. I did see Annie in "CRIMES OF PASSION" and of course "GHOSTBUSTERS" and did she ever deliver.

Let's talk about Joel Murray (the Zeppo of the Murray brothers) who plays garbageman Ray, and Suzy Plakson, the statuesque beauty playing a tom-boy sports writer Meg. These two are a Mutt and Jeff pair, friends who have been a fixture in the Blue Shamrock who have known Jack for ever. Jack is no major columnist, he dreams of working for the Times.

The cast is rounded out by Joanna Gleason and Charlie Robinson, who play the bar staff.

Uneven writing, a couple of very stupid situations plagued the series, but some absolutely hilarious lines: in the penultimate episode: "Mary Margaret, I love you dearly, but who died and left you a penis?"

Don't get me wrong, I love films that exhibit long continuous shots, like Birdman, or Touch of Evil or Hitchock's Rope. Even that Goodfellas tracking shot through the club is fascinating from a technical level.

Unfortunately, 1917 - although ambitious on many levels is simply not much more than a VideoGame first person shooter run through.

It's exhausting watching this effort to carry out a mission, but it fails to really give us substance.

Sorry, kids. Only 5 out of 10.