I collapsed halfway through my turn, reading a page of The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad to my English class, when I got to the bit where they talk about scraping him off the pavement with a shovel and I just couldn’t read any more. I was laughing too hard. It’s the way they tell ’em.
Over 15 years later, and I’m back in stitches again. The tale is not much different, but the teller is someone else. This time it’s Chris Morris (Brass Eye, The Day Today) in his directorial debut. Continue reading