Bowfinger is a good movie, though.

Ultra-Vomit.

If by bad you mean underrated meta-brilliant, then yes.

I saw Harry Dean, so it naturally means I will love every nanosecond of this.

One of those movies where audiences with zero movie history context only really see 40% of it, and thereby get stuck with a lame spy parody with endless dick jokes.

Buncha

Steve Vai? Nah— more like Yngwie Malmsteen...

Is she purposefully trying to sound like a drunken Jack Benny?

Huh, it’s almost like our enemies want to destroy us from the inside... 

Let the Social Horror cycle begin.

What do you throw out after the kitchen sink?

So what’s the punishment for treason?

In my alternate universe, she was cast as Wonder Woman.

Permeated? Yea— he didn’t write that.

I stopped at Le Tigre— I’m good.

From what I understand, Steve Martin is apparently credited with inventing “Airquotes”...

Maybe they could use her dried husk for fuel.

Repurposed set from Baron Munchausen?

All the rambling and non-sequitur craziness and random sidebars— it’s like Flowers For Algernon.