Okay, so I have not seen this movie with my own eyes, but need I have touched the sun with my bare hands to recommend its warmth? Need I swim with the playful manatee to defend its preservation? Some things are just obvious. One of those things: If your local art-house cinema screens a movie about “a fellatio-mad mermaid” terrorizing a small seaside town, YOU FUCKING GO AND SEE IT. Need I lick Tom Selleck’s mustache to know it tastes of Cheetos? No, I need not. I just know. (Grand Illusion, 1403 NE 50th St, 523-3935. 11 pm, $8.)
Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more.... More by Lindy West
Gums: Man, what in the hell. That movie raised a lot of serious questions. Like “Wha-huh?” and “Why is Brother Theodore not wearing a shirt?”