A couple of years ago I judged A Dangerous Method one of the worst films. I have ever seen.
Next David Cronenberg brought us Cosmopolis. Again it was utter rubbish.
Now Maps to the Stars has been released to universal acclaim I must be strong and give it plenty of the back of my head.
I have never regretted bailing on Peter Greenaway after Prospero's Books. Imagine the grief that has saved me over twenty odd years.