Here is a wonderful review for a movie about James Joyce, the man who wrote sentences like this:
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo…
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, p. 1.
This is certainly a fitting tribute to Joyce, although there is altogether too much punctuation to be a perfect pastiche.
I think the last sentence sums it up, really.
Side Note: The movie, according to the Netflix description, concerns the “erotic correspondence” between Joyce and “the passionate and sexually outgoing Nora Barnacle.” Who would read that and think, “Family movie night!”?
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