There are no cats in America.

This is a small exerpt from the first movie I ever remember watching as a child. It also happens to be my favorite childhood movie. And it also happens to be my favorite movie of all time…it’s not the ingenious american allegory that I enjoy, or the characters, or the story itself– it’s the incredibly dark, dirty, and menacing imagry that prowls through the background and setting of most of the movie (not to mention the loathsome cats with the black faces and sharp teeth). If you’ve seen this movie you know what I’m talking about.