Other Crap

David Duchovny's House of D, as reviewed by the greatest of all movie critics, Filthy. Oh, yeah, I know Ebert has a Pulitzer, and he's damned good, but Filthy should by-pass the Pulitzer and get a Nobel. In fact, he should be the next Pope, because he already has the most important qualification: infallibility.

• " ... House of D thing is so fucking awful, amateurish and incomprehensible that it shouldn't even be in junior college film festivals, let alone commercial theaters. It's a lead balloon dragging the mawkish corpse of Robin Williams over the glass shards of contrived poignance."
• "Duchovny shows about as strong a grip on the real world as an autistic boy living alone in a bomb shelter"
• The Filthmeister also turned in a bonus review of "CBS's unwatchable Riding the Bus with my Sister." According to the Unwashed One: "O'Donnell plays a loud, large retarded woman who likes to ride the bus all day and make friends with drivers and other passengers. My only question is, what took her so long? I mean, what else is she qualified to play? She looks at home in a bad perm and "Strawberry Shortcake" T-shirts. Actually, she's never looked better."
• This paragraph had me howling out loud: "I liked Riding the Bus with my Sister a hell of a lot better than House of D because it was a more straightforward and traditional misrepresentation of the mentally disabled. It didn't try to get fancy or pretentious. It just said that retards are adorable, cuddly and as stuffed with wisdom as a John Kenneth Galbraith pinata. House of D was so damn busy trying to find itself that it lost focus of its central point: that retards are as magical as pixies, fairies and naked cheerleaders."