Zzzzzzz. 
It's a film. Watch it if you want. 
Why do we harbour the illusion that people who make great art are great people? And what difference does it make? For all we know any art we admire has been made by all sorts of nasty fuckers who didn't get caught. Ultimately . . . it's a film. Probably a really good one, if…

Hoover Dam. It's just got some magic chord changes. Man's a freakin' genius.

Night of the Lepus is mind-blowingly hilarious, particularly the one shot that is clearly a man in a large rabbit suit.

Yeah, I'm beginning to feel a bit strange, what with all this agreement . . .

Daughters of Darkness is one of my all-time faves, definitely. I'm always surprised by how few people seem to know it, but everybody who has seen it, it's stuck with them in one way or another. It's way better than Vampyres (although that's a pretty sweet lezzy vamp double bill, chuck in Vampire Lovers and you'll be…

Hmmm. While I concede that technically all things of this nature are a matter of opinion, it just happens that yours is wrong. WHat, pray tell, is your idea of a good film? The Notebook?

Yep.

A guy in a fucked-up state did an utterly reprehensible thing. Cash him in. String him up. Burn all of his work. There's EVERY chance that everybody you know and/or admire has done something dubious. Cheated on, racially abused, sexually abused etc. Lots of secrets out there . . .

You Americans really live to judge, don't you? Humans are complex. People can do horrible things and not necessarily be 100% horrible. People can lose their moral centres in light of certain circumstances. There's no excuses, just forgiveness and the chance for redemption. For everybody.

I watched some of Billy Madison some weeks back and was absolutely gobsmacked at its awful lack of comic value. None of that shit was funny. The penguin? That whiny voice thing he does? Nope. Hell, not even Norm could raise a smile for me.
Happy Gilmore on the other hand, has its moments.

Fuck them. I say send over Peter Helliar, they deserve it.

Seriously, dude? Just like the US is a nation of fundamentalist rejects? The criminals gag is so tired, irrelevant and not-at-all-funny. I expected better of you and your ilk, Jim. Tsk, tsk.

You Left Me Sore by Todd Rundgren . . .

My drumming? I'm a kickass axe bitch, mofo. Don't fuck with a dead redhead.

I'm in.

I think you mean Adelaide.

Um, Screamin Jay's Constipation Blues, perhaps? I know it's not a disease, but surely it rates an honorary mention.

Surely that would be Energiser bunny style, pumping piston, jackhammer sex . . . you'd probably only last as long as the song itself. And yo ladyfriend (the smallpox champion) may experience some pelvic bruising.

That whole discussion is tired to say the least. Let the dude's films do the talking. The art not the artist and all that.

Definitely check it out. It's quite black and twisted, but beautifully shot and acted, funny and psychologically astute. Also, Francoise is stunning. And there is boobage, of the side variety . . .