I'd like to do a post with screen caps and stuff and funny comments, but I can't do that because that's something I can't do. All I'll say is that I watched this unpleasant, angry, brilliant, wonderful film again for the first time in years and it has snowballed in relevence to the point where I think I'll call Fosse a prophet. I heard he was raised in strip joints and the vaudeville. That's perfect. Talk about Eric Roberts. Please. Paul Snider. This sweaty, sleazy, sweat, sincere guy who was removed from respectable exploitation only by a slight matter of degree.

No shit.

I was going through one of my Playboy books and saw this picture of a bunch of people in front of a Christmas tree and I recognized director Richard Brooks and Hefner of course and Dorothy Stratten but I wondered who the greasy guy in the shiny black shirt was sitting next to Stratten was and I looked at the caption...

Uh-huh.

Full-on creep.

What's worse, Eric Roberts' performance as Snider poleaxed his career AND his personal life -- poor bastard couldn't get a gig and if he tried to chat up a chick who had seen the movie, he got NOwhere.

I have a friend who is a Playmate and last time she was in town we went to see Marilyn Monroe's crypt but I never said a WORD about Dorothy Stratten, who is maybe 50 yards away from Marliyn. It's still a hard subject to bring up.

--t