Deagle. Deagledeagledeagledeagle.

I knew that I used to have a blog somewhere. What Ive been meaning to do for some time is post a link. Click on it and this stuff becomes a hundred times more readable. Thanks, Tex.

I was at a Joe Dante quadruple bill on Friday, 70 kilometres outside Budapest. It was actually a quintuple bill, but for us, five films seemed like one too many.
Looney Tunes - Back In Action didnt make the cut.

Meanwhile, back in Budapest, my friend bumped into Dante this afternoon on Vaci Utca. This might some kind of wind up, but as far as I can tell, its true. And there is, apparently, convincing photographic evidence. (After I finish writing this, Im going over to his house to see if Dante is really as bulky as I imagine him to be.)
And I have some questions. How did he recognise Joe Dante? What did he say to Joe Dante? What would you say to Joe Dante? Whats more, was Joe Dante in the audience at his own quintuple bill? Did he, like us, deem Looney Tunes missable? What has Dante got up his sleeve?
And, why the fuck couldnt I have met Joe Dante? Its not fair. Stupid bullshit.