Last night at a San Francisco screening, director Larry Charles warned the audience "You will not catch all the references, and that's OK. It's a show. Let it wash over you, and see how wet you get."
looking at the Hulk movie through Freud-tinted glasses
This will be his first full-fledged studio album since Road to Ensenada in 1996.
This may be the most effectively morbid song I know. The pure bleakness of the widower struggling up the hill to his daughter's grave just lays on you.
I suspect that many Americans WANT to be tolerant of gays, they just don't want to have homosexuals stuck up their ass.