[David Rosenthal]

Because he somehow misconstrued
a wealthy namesake for the Dude,
a nihilist thug
soiled the Dude's rug,
and Chandleresque plotlines ensued.

[Pedro Poitevin]

Haven't watched that one, David!

Two young friends hit the road on a bike,
but it breaks, so they must hitch a hike—
they see haves and have nots,
one decides only shots
can help true revolution to strike.

[Chris O'Carroll]

Two gals’ outing goes desperately bad --
Would-be rapist; cute, larcenous cad;
Final Grand Canyon trip.
Female companionship
Can be glad, can be sad, can be mad.

[Ann Drysdale]

Orwyn. I have never been in any room...er...thread with you before... or have I...?

(Ah, ces couloirs interminables...)

[Brian Allgar]

Well, I don't recognize any of the recent ones. They must be after my time (circa 1960).

[Ann Drysdale]

Yes, indeed, Brian. I was there when the New Wave crashed on the shore. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive. But... (sniff...)

[Nigel Mace]

A former P.M., not named Blair,
Hired two writers with whom he would share
Some tales of his life,
Till one of his wife
Brought his death - and 'friends' murdered the pair.

[Ann Drysdale]

The movie world doesn't stand still
And from here at the top of the hill
The pictures look small;
I don't rate them at all -
I'm ready now, Mr. De Mille.

[Nigel Mace]

A region that’s totally absent,
Plus a hound that isn’t apparent,
Are part of a dream
Where slit eyeballs seem
Moonlight on surreal excitement.