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When a movie receives an Oscar for editing, Slothrop always wonders if that's not like giving money to a stripper because of the time she spent putting on make-up back stage instead of the way she wiggles her ass right up to your nose and infuses into your being the satisfying smell of her sensual love canal. But so this was the first movie where the guys splicing this thing actually feel like one of the main characters in the movie itself which was something about corrupt Greeks trying to run over as many innocent people as they could without getting their uniform medallions fussed up. If Slothrop thought of his Writing Center job in these terms--to make the intolerable fun by flip flopping and twisting and sashaying every paragraph written--maybe it wouldn't have seemed so tragic. Or nevermind. Slothrop is high.