Is nobody going to point out that my username is in fact taken from a MST3K riff? Here, of all places? You've let me down, people.

Oh lord, I've watched RZC dozens of times myself! I really think Coleman Francis is an anti-auteur worthy of the same level of devotion as Wood and co., but due to the overwhelming bleakness of his vision that's pretty unlikely to occur, Still, he'll always be grade-Z cinema's greasy poet laureate of nihilism to me!

Onions?

Well, sideburns don't need your sympathy!

He's a cyst with teeth and hair.

Nah, that's the also underrated Teenage Crime-Wave.
-Go on, let it all out; have a teenage cry wave.

I've come around to appreciate Deathstalker as some top-notch work.
-Oh, you clever bastard; so the editor's working with you!

Brute Man! -Honey, I got my sizzler shot off and my face's still as big as ever!

To live like the E-lam!

And don't forget Mikey - America's favorite dangerous, urine-stained gardener.

Wait, I've been eating *what*?!

Also: The coin's always heads! Rosenkrantz and Guilderstern! Join the Air Force!

Burning old man, singed all his flesh off.

I didn't forget it; I just bin hitting the booze again.

I asked them to cut that part; anyway, please enjoy my special spring project.

Aah. Uhh. Huh-huh. Ohhh.

He's a cop!

McCloud, you shot Penn Gillette !

Ah Leech Woman, featuring the Mincing Man-Pig, hot jazz murder music, and an almost certainly unconscious feminist subtext.

That's a fun one, but I always preferred Track of the Moon Beast's far more incompetently made and gonzo variation on the same theme. Plus, that had The Bad That Played California Lady!