See, Blake? This is how you end a tiger poem.

Never interrupt the enemy when they are making lots of mistakes.

This. Anyone trying to read it as a Dan Brown-paced racy thriller isn't going to find much entertainment, since it's essentially a search for a lost book by Plato and what that would mean for religion and culture. I liked it, but hated some of his other work- looking at you, Baudolino...

Anatidaecaligynophobia, the fear that a beautiful duck is watching you.

Dust Devil has some amazing cinematography, I must have seen it when it came out and I still have images in my head from it.

I've been watching The Pianist and Shine all wrong. Also, there's some hilarious footage of Anton LeVay of the Church of Satan playing the pipe organ in full regalia, looking for all the world like he should be in Sesame Street.

Cheese grater. Admittedly it takes a little time, but it's so effective.

Maybe it was a typo and they meant 'de-escalation through eschaton'.

The working title was 'Crime Something Yada Yada Yada'.

See, this sounds more like what I thought the film was going to be, but I was getting put off by the 'shallow feminism' criticism. It's Wayne's World with body horror, which is what everybody wants to see.