Cinema: Where the Hell Are We?

Hallelujah the Hills! A man chops vigorously at the trunk of a tree containing 36 girls. Somebody grabs somebody's nose in a nutcracker and darn near twists it off. A yokel sits on his front porch and earnestly whittles a new seat for a two-holer. Two young men stalk a birthday cake and then pump it full of bullets. One of them runs slowly across the screen, stark-naked. "Cuckoo!" says a clock on the sound track. "Cuckoo!" And it really is.

"Where the hell are we?" somebody wants to know as the film begins. We...

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