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Vestal Vespa tagged along to a screening of a director's cut of Terry Gilliam's Brazil on Saturday night (Needles For Teeth's highly dangerous EIC and his brutal managing editor were supposed to accompany us, but theater management felt they were far too degenerate to be allowed in, even for a midnight movie crowd. Last I heard they went to a nearby bar, where the EIC set a toilet on fire and the ME bit someone's elbow off. Last I heard).
The experience of watching that movie has changed for me over the last seven or eight years. While it's probably Gilliam's best film, and one of the best flicks of the 1980s, and still very funny in spots, the satiric edge has fallen away: its politics still cut sharp, however, and right to the bone - that's your wishy-washy-have-it-both-ways-liberal bone, Joe Viewer - and what remains is unnervingly prescient. But that might've been the point all along.
P.S. - Speaking of the NFT bunch, my gibberish will be featured in the next ish as well, which makes two (it takes two to make a thing go right, of course) and I understand the next NFT will be propping up conversation and making atmosphere atmospheric at the local pub quite soon. An extra special all girl issue is being planned, featuring writing and art via the likes of yon Vespa and NFT's web diva and staff gelfling, a.k.a. The Filthy Assistant. And as I'm sure you've come to know, all-girl action is all-best action.
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