...Take one: a seared tuna cube falls from his fork. Very distracting. Take two: lettuce flops down Fry’s chin like a second tongue. A minion is dispatched to cut the lettuce into shreds with scissors. Take three: Fry finally wins the battle between food and word, successfully delivering a final line that he has been stumbling over all morning.
And suddenly it’s all over. The extras who had been milling outside the diner window — beautiful Californians unnaturally dressed in parkas and topcoats to resemble grey-faced Washingtonians — stop dead as if they have reached the end of the world. Some wander over to peer into the windows of the Royal Diner, trying to see who they have been “backdropping” today. Others wander off to get coffee and muffins on Mulberry Street, a 200-yard-long stretch of fake shop fronts built for Hello Dolly! that is so realistic Fry checks for traffic when crossing. ...
Read the whole article HERE at the Times Online.