OK, I admit it. I turned on the TV last night to watch five minutes of the Three's Company movie, and ended up watching the whole thing. How could I not? It was a blistering indictment of showbiz, a Greek tragedy, a cautionary tale. And it had uplifting li'l "I'm not bitter anymore" speeches by Joyce DeWitt. Plus, I've been immersed in the Gita for three days and needed some light entertainment.

I was riveted.

All in all, the only person who comes out of this film still smelling like a rose is Don Knotts.