Review of Play It Again, Sam (1972) by Luke S — 12 Jul 2012

Now here is art imitating life and vice versa, insufficient laughter is grounds for all divorce these days, your departed wants to go skiing down a mountain laughing like an idiot longing to date a Nazi.

He is so modest with the credit to his work but deep down he knows that he is a god, he had to model after some body and no one else is worth to model after. If only I was born during the 'creative generation' of the 40-70s rather than being conceived during the mid-eighties to now under the 'intimately knuckle head' generation.