From Here To What Feels Like Eternity
A discussion of rotten films on the previous thread got me thinking: this is a seam of almost unimaginable richness. We all have our favourite celluloid stinkers. Memorialize yours in a clerihew. Like this:
Lars Von Trier
Lived in fear
Of working with Bjork,
“She’s just such a djork”.
Said, “I think that we all know
That my name’s on the map
For making cartoonish, derivative crap.”
Said “My wife gets bitchy
If I don’t let her act;
Though she can’t: that’s a fact.”
Actually, any verse form will do or just prose re-calling your film nightmares. Lights! Camera! Action!