A Ton of Anus.

Shadowlands was my Straub introduction, I think. I can't really remember the plot, but I still think it might make a pretty good movie.

To answer your last question, it certainly does.
And you're right - it's a gorgeous looking movie.

Sounds like they really phoned that one in, if that's the whole plot. Maybe the twist was the manufacturer's warranty didn't cover whatever was wrong with the watch. Up is down!

But ZMF, why was the insurance guy's hand getting poked during that scene? That confused me. But it was pretty satisfying otherwise, because he blasted the exact same people I would've.

I took my niece and nephew (10 and 8), and it was very definitely friendly to those particular kids. They weren't bored at all.

Did anyone see he one with the mannequins-only floor at the department store?
Creepy, big time creepy. How about the one where Monroe is kidnapped and raped by two fat ladies?

Well, the Halloween episodes are such a perfect forum in which to do so.

I'm picturing the Humongous's vehicle from The Road Warrior, but with Diabeetus on top instead of the Lord Humongous, but the same nubile geek chained up at his feet. The Ayatollah of the Oatmeal Bowl-a!

"White people depicted poolside" says it all - very concise and accurate.

I can see him now,
standing on that holy rock, his sacramental robes flowing in the wind, the six-pack of Coke dangling from his finger…

There's no point in him doing this state project when Neil Hamburger has already released "Fifty States, Fifty Laffs."

You'll have to be satisfied with the upcoming Zappa biopic starring Nicky Katt.

I saw that movie on a double bill with E.T. You should have seen the families fleeing!

I shot him six times! I shot him six times!

"Runnin' around in filthy overalls like he's from Oklahoma or something," as Joe Bob Briggs described it.

He'll always be Mr. Beastmaster to me.

Home Sweet Home, starring Body By Jake as the maniacal, constantly-laughing slasher, who injects PCP under his tongue and then runs over old ladies. Here's a review of it with some pictures, including a shot of the guitar-playing mime with the backpack amp.

May 15, 1981.
That was the heyday of slasher films. I'm sure it can be expressed in graph form.

Those were the worst eight years in Olive Garden history.
Bush, faugh.