The Seventies were a decade of smashing taboos in filmmaking: in dialogue, depictions of history, and the image of the leading man.
“Sherman, that’s the biggest load of dog shit I’ve ever heard in my entire life. And I’m a dog.” Mr. Peabody I am a distractible dude. This blog post will prove it. This was originally to be another 36-year-old Virgin post. I got a couple sentences in and made a comment about joining Peabody and [...]