Mad Dog Blues

I never could take plays too seriously. Movies were okay, even those Sam Katzman thriller serials that always ended with walls crashing down and Superman zonked by Kryptonite as the water rose — they were black, white and gray and two-dimensional, they existed only on a screen. You could either believe in them or ignore them, but you couldn’t change them. If you sat thru the feature twice, the same exact things happened, the same way.