I don’t know–do you like books that are endurance tests? Or gross outs? Because those two things are what Hogg is.

I’m able to remember Kevin Smith having to rebound in 1997 with Chasing Amy, which I’ve never seen. Critics really were paying attention to him. The Ebert review, which gave Mallrats one star, contains a hilariously immature anecdote about Smith saying he’d happily make whatever studios told him to if they just gave him enough money. The movie did build up its following on home movie, but Smith apologized for it for a LONG time; that said, apparently DVD/Blu-Ray releases of it had hours and hours of special feature junk.
I mean, fucking Empire Records has a cult around it too, and God knows it doesn’t merit it at all.

I don’t know what even happens in Scarlett, book or movie, and have been curiously uninterested in finding out, but the Mitchell estate didn’t just authorize that, they authorized another sequel called Rhett Butler’s People. They also got really pissy over a black parody of GWTW called The Wind Done Gone.

I also forgot to mention about Margaret Mitchell’s book: Scarlett is a FUCKING BITCH in it. Far worse than in the movie. You know how her and Rhett’s little girl dies in the horse-riding incident near the end of the book? When that happens, Scarlett openly wishes that one of her other kids, whom she considers to be stupid, had died in its place. (She has two other kids in the book, which were mercifully omitted for the movie.) And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

LOL at official bootlegs leaving out Dylan’s preaching. The Bob Dylan equivalent of “One In A Million” being erased from GNR’s discography.