The lord gave me a near fatal paper cut for reading Michael Chriton's Congo. While in the hospital hoping the lord and his doctors could save my finger I found this on the television. After 2 hours of the droning voice overs, sparsely dressed sets and so much gibberish I fell asleep. Fours days later the paper cut was healed! Praise him!! After that I dedicated my life to selling nonsense to idiots. Someday if I make enough money for the lord I hope he'll tell me what sins he was holding over Faye Dunaway and Brad Dourif that they had to pick up that paycheck.
I am pleased to see the lord has blessed the director with a background role in an ignored Woody Allen film.