Focus Puller sounds like it should be a name. Like, “Focus Puller’s Day Off”.
Obscure cinematographic occupations were but one piece of trivia featured in the advertisements running too quickly in the Aspen theatre before coming attractions, so that it was a bit hard to snarkily comment upon them to BLS sitting beside me. The 2-3 seating arrangement was fortunate, since the family was seeing Meet the Fockers; for even though it was less painfully dramatically ironic than the original, with embarrassing replaced by embarrassed, the meta-pain was much worse.

It had nothing to do with the aborted nighttime stroll through Aspen.
The problem with a family ski vacation isn’t the ski part.