Cecil B. DeMille's second production of The Ten Commandments won its extensive time slot when it aired Saturday night.
I've seen it at least a dozen times and I love every cheesy, hammy, historically-and-Biblically suspect minute of it. If I ever get the chance to be on a soundstage, you better believe that "Woe unto thee, O Israel!" will be the first phrase I try to boom out...
2 comments:
What about the pulpit at St. Luke's?
An acceptable substitute.
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