Michael Sauter, you are my sworn enemy. Talking trash about Hudson Hawk made you so. That your interpretation is perhaps not wholly indefensible does not change the fact that we obviously have radically different, even conflicting, worldviews. Were we ever to meet, I imagine we could eventually find common ground in a shared appreciation of bad movies — for who could write so much on a subject he didn’t love? — although our respective definitions of “bad” would surely make for some lively disagreements. Indeed, your extensive summary of bad B movies makes you a sworn enemy with whom I might forge an uneasy peace. Plus, your book turned me on to the film Skidoo, which sounds so gloriously, all-star castardly bad, that I must track it down and experience it for myself. I figure this will either redeem you in my eyes, or fan the flames of my Hudson Hawk fueled enmity. Time will tell.
