"All men feed on women's blood."

J&B is a giallo staple but this is the only film I've seen where a character (in this case Franco Nero's alcoholic reporter) drinks a bottle of it while driving.

A town run entirely on pig shit is one of the best metaphors for Hollywood I've seen in a while.

"Well, son, I guess you were right. I am a butthead!"

Body horror/satire of high society in Beverly Hills that's more relevant than ever. Maybe this is what happens at all those G-20 Summits?