Sunday, August 27, 2006

#66



A cute children's story about a dude who makes a mint selling pills stuffed with beetle bits that cause uncontrollable randiness upon ingestion. How Oswald builds on this initial fortune in hopes of garnering unimaginable wealth becomes a farce equal parts de Sade and P.G. Wodehouse. Many great artists, writers, and musicians of the late 19th and early 20th century are humiliated along the way, which is always a plus.

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