A Man and His Pussy.

When I was growing up in the '70s and sort of growing up in the '80s, I thought Paul Mazursky was some hack who just wanted to suck Sidney Lumet’s cum out of Martin Scorsese’s freshly fucked ass. Now that I’m old and mature, I’ve allowed myself to view two of his movies I always hated but had never seen. Last Stop Greenwich Village totally got a time I know nothing about (NYC in the '50s) and generously talks about abortion (I’ve had two) and has Christopher Walken doing something that’s supposed to impress me. I say rent it for Shelley Winters ‘cause she’s dead now and was the best thing on Roseanne. Harry and Tonto I always knew I hated ‘cause it was always shoved down my hole one way or another and male actors make no sense to me (unless they are Ernest Borgnine, Laurence Harvey, Dirk Bogard or Shelly Duvall.) And I hate cats. But the cat is minor and you know it’s gonna die and when it does it’s totally real and not sad. I cried at other moments though and Art Carney kicks ass, but in a way that makes me want to rent Defiance with Jan Michael Vincent and the slasher actress from Raging Bull I saw shopping at Ross Dress-for-Less. That doesn’t mean I’m going to rent An Unmarried Woman, ‘cause I’m saving that for menopause. Speaking of menopause, I’ve got to rent Scenes from a Mall…Write back soon, Rock Hard