Yesterday, hungover as old Harry's, Vincent and I spent the whole day in bed and watched three different but excellent movies (I mean different from each other, not different "'cos we're so underground"). One was a bit more excellent than the other two, and that was American Splendor. If you're not into comics (which we weren't, but are now) you might not know about American Splendor (sic - bloody Amcan's [mis]spelling), a wry comic written by Harvey Pekar about his lonely life as a file clerk, and the frustrations of everyday living. It's incredibly funny, and moving, and beautiful because it simply celebrates life as it is and as it happens.
The next, The War On Democracy, wasn't quite as beautiful. In fact it was extremely ugly, showing what stupid, ignorant people are prepared to do to others when they are greedy and afraid. It made me cry, and it made me very, very angry.
The last movie wasn't beautiful either, but it was extremely funny, mildly confusing, and the clincher for changing me from a Jack Nicholson detestee to a fan. The scene below was my favourite; the woman is a hitchhiker who has little relevance to the story and is completely mad.