The Ig and the Freakiest Filmmaker of All Time are going to collaborate on a film. Part of me rejoices. Part of me is terrified that they have to resort to an online beg-a-thon to make it happen. Where are the fat cats who can equally appreciate “Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell” and the barbed-wire-room death scene from “Suspiria”? Don’t people have any cultural compass any more? Coming on the heels of a much-ballyhooed BBC lecture on Art last month, the World’s Forgotten Boy has given this fiction writer much pause.

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