Moar Troma, tonight I'm getting nuked.
Watching War last night gave me a think about how many times its story has happened in reality.
I read a review about it talking about how it was Lloyd's big push into filmmaking that could actually change the world, and when it failed commercially against his wildest wish, he grew despondent and his immediate future films were very slapstick, silly and only had light touches of social commentary.
I feel a bit bad for him. I don't think he's ever gotten enough credit for how big his heart is.