I have seen beyond the veil of our reality.On the surface, this obscure gem of the early seventies could be seen as a particularly unhinged, soft-core porno, but these labels do The Telephone Book no justice. Both laugh out loud funny and beguilingly intelligent, it is an exponentially better film than the Rene Zellweger claptrap which my bleeding eyes were recently forced to endure.
Expect a full write-up, just as soon as I can reassemble my shattered brainbone. For now, chew on the following teaser:
R.I.P. Har Poon (1918-2008)
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