After the forty third hour into the epic that is "Brazil," I just wanted to throw something at the television, but was too tired. Then I just wanted to watch "Pirates of the Carribbean."

I settled on making jokes about Pink Floyd's "The Wall" instead, because of the similarities I found between the two movies. Particularly funny was when I shouted "You can't have any pudding if you don't eat your meat" during one of the thousand scenes where someone is dragged away by a S.W.A.T. team wearing shoulder pads.

Or maybe it was just funny in my head. Dan was not amused.

"You just don't like this movie because there aren't any breasts, or things getting blown up."

"On the contrary, there have been many random explosions in this movie, one of them right at the beginning, and oh look! There's a tit now!"

My fulfilled prerequisites for boobs and fire still did not sway my opinion of "Brazil" in the positive direction, however.