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Submitted by reeses on Sun, 2003-01-26 06:29.

I just watched Pootie Tang, because the premise seemed silly, and I had narrowly missed seeing it several times on TV.

Good lord. I'm really trying to figure out if it's this brilliant accidentally, or by design.

I'm totally serious. It's as if the entire body of Dada was distilled into seventy minutes and sprayed through three electron guns at my head.

Of course, everyone else I talked to thought it sucked, but I suspect you have to suspend more than the typical amount of disbelief to enjoy the movie. I'm good at that. :-)

In fact, I hereby declare the Coleridge scale for suspension of disbelief, measured in units called "pooties". Tora! Tora! Tora! might register only about ninety micropooties, whereas movies such as Moulin Rouge! and Fight Club require as much as two hundred millipooties. David Lynch is capable of producing films consistently measuring in the multiple pooties.

I'll probably be cursed with analysing the pootosity of any film I see for the next year. "Oh, Daredevil was foul...Ben Affleck forced it into megapootie range, well above my limits of credulity!"