I’m in the midst of watching John Boorman’s Zardoz (1974) right now. I’ve seen it before (in fact, I saw it on The Dialing for Dollars Movie when I was a kid), and I’m not gonna write a review of it because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t know where to begin — but I do know that if I had to live in the fruity future depicted in this flick, I’d saw my own head off.

I guess that’s kind of a review.