Sooner or later we’ll kick the bucket, buy the farm, push up the daisies, be hauled away in wooden pajamas or whatever. While waiting, there is a free service you just may want to consult, and then again you may not. Developed a decade or so ago, the original now has a number of rivals. Named The Death Clock or something similar, all are easily located on the Internet and each will project day, month and year of — your death!

The film is a musical. Shortly after the movie begins, a brave but nervous girl walks onto a nearly completed stage. High overhead workmen are rigging electrical wire and so on. In a bored voice an assistant director says, “Okay, kid.” A pianist launches for the 89th time into the audition song. And there it is! A voice that comes along once in a generation.