Dear Oprah

Dear Oprah is a pretty wicked movie that you and your friends, and your mum, and your mum’s cousin’s pet badger would all enjoy. Dear Oprah has a cracking story and a fab director. In order to make sure you find the film Dear Oprah amid all the flotsam, jetsam and cute kitten pictures online, this page advertising Dear Oprah has to be searchable by bots. Yes! We live in the future and your robot slaves will seek out entertainment for you, including the frankly rather ace flick Dear Oprah. Of course, bots ain’t too smart – they might miss Dear Oprah, along with other great titles here on IndieMovies – which is why we have to keep shouting it out. Can you hear us bots? We will keep repeating Dear Oprah, we will crowbar Dear Oprah into every sentence, even when there is no apparent need for any further utilisation of Dear Oprah. Because if we were to cut back on uses of Dear Oprah, if we were to let our Dear Oprah ratio dip, then the internet will take its ball and go home, and leave us shivering alone in the cold. Which is a pretty draconian penance for the simple want of us yelling Dear Oprah on a more frequent basis. So please forgive us if we rather overuse Dear Oprah, if there is glut of Dear Oprah, there is barely room to move for all the deployments of Dear Oprah, but we need to keep the Dear Oprah flowing. Dear Oprah, Dear Oprah, Dear Oprah!