Throughout the '90s, two analogous aesthetics have dominated the popular arts: heinously putrid snuff and shamelessly stupid comedy. Superficially dissimilar, perhaps, their emphasis on shock-value gags and the obscene squishiness of the human body ultimately unites them. At the start of the decade, there was American Psycho; at the end American Pie; and in between, running side-by-side like two trains on parallel tracks, there was Quentin Tarantino and the Farrelly brothers, Answer Me! and Beavis and Butt-head, the OJ trial and Zippergate. As the decade progressed, we waited patiently for some opportunistic railway engineer to throw the switch that would set the two genres on a collision course. We're still waiting. With time running out, we now take matters into our own hands....