Sometimes the sad monster comes back, uncontrollably and out of nowhere. Like the Hulk, but made of depression instead of gamma rays, and sobbing with twisted, hurting guts instead of smashing with rage. By the way, I call this fella “Heleno”. Because the movie “Boxing Helena” needs a male counterpart. For equality and men’s rights, which I actively believe in. And also one-ups-manship, since he has his head cut off too.
I tried to watch The Kentucky Fried Movie last night. It was amusing, but I got sleepy, so I turned it off. No guarantees on finishing it.