artisanal film reviews | by maryann johanson
Wed Oct 08 2014, 10:38pm | 4 comments
At The Queens Larder, on Queen Square near Russell Square: Clowns. Looking down on you as you imbibe. Or perhaps to drive you to drink.
No. Just no.
The words of Stephen Sondheim come to mind:
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don’t bother, they’re here!
Somewhere beneath the pub, Pennywise the Clown is smiling…
If the clowns are talking to you, you’ve probably had enough.
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