I tried to avoid it, but it took too much effort. Now I’ve given up, given in. I don’t care about whatever’s going on with Tiger Woods, the pro golfer. I had managed to ignore nearly all references to it, except for a rather amazing Taiwanese news-ish video re-enactment of crash scenarios (below, after jump). But then I accidentally happened upon this, and it made me laugh/cry. Not because it has much to do with that golfer, but because of the skill and wit with which it nails a particular musical style, using an actual “found” voicemail message and transforming it into a hilarious melodramatic narrative. I await the vintage Grand Ol’ Opry version…

Jim Emerson

Jim Emerson is the founding editor of RogerEbert.com and has written lots of things in lots of places over lots of years. Mostly involving movies.

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