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From a small town in Tennessee, Oak Ridge, to Cleveland, OH at age 15, I fell into film wonderland. Films at museums, east side movie houses; the best was the Art House at the top of Northland Ave, where it meets Madison Ave. We lived a few houses north and I could walk to the cinema regardless of my state of mind. Presenting soft porn during the week, Saturday nights always brought a two hour festival of college, experimental, and independent films. The great variety of approaches to filming caused us to name the session, The Grossies. A woman drinking a can of Drano, a man trying to complete his self-pleasure laying across railroad tracks, with quick transitions between him and the onrushing train, everyone's favorite grossie from 1968, "Pink Flamengoes," In the end my favorite film was "Mondo New York,"a series of performances by varied characters on the streets of NYC; a Santeria ceremony with live killing of a chicken, and my all time favorite: a bold poem read with gusto by a attractive woman; as the climax approaches she removes all her clothing, picks up a large bowl of raw eggs, and I mean a Large bowl, pours it over her head, then picks up a bag and shakes it above her head, providing a shower of feathers that adhere to the raw eggs. I saw "Pink Flamingoes" some twenty years later and found myself blushing and experiencing revulsion as I revisited vulgarity that was much more entertaining at the age of 18. The latest movie I've really enjoyed was "Gravity." Also, "Natural Selection" on the site Fandor.