Crumb (1994) 80% 7★

It was a revelation of some seamy side of America's subconscious.
I remember, when I was drawing this, there was this young girl there.
She was like, „Oh, isn't that cute!”
And to me, it was all like a horror show, this whole thing.
And she just thought it was really cute and happy-looking.
To me, it was just, like, a drawing of the horror of America.

When I listen to old music, it's one of the few times…when I actually have a kind of a love for humanity.
You hear the best part of the soul of the common people, you know.
It's their way of expressing their connection to eternity or whatever you want to call it.
Modern music doesn't have that. It's a calamitous loss that people can't express themselves that way anymore.

Everybody walks around. They're walking advertisements. They've got advertisements
on their clothes, you know.
Go walking around with „Adidas” written across their chest…or, you know, „49ers” on their hat.
Jesus. It's pathetic. It's pitiful.
The whole culture's one unified field…of bought, sold, market-researched everything.
It used to be that people fermented their own culture.
It took hundreds of years, and it evolved over time and, you know. And that's gone in America.
People now don't even have any concept that there ever was a culture…outside of this thing
that's created to make money.
Whatever's the biggest, latest thing, they're into it, you know?
You just get disgusted after a while with humanity…for not having more, kind of like…
you know, intellectual curiosity…about what's behind all this jive bullshit.

– I'm wondering if there's any chance I can get an autograph from you.
– I don't think so. I don't believe in giving autographs.
– Okay, well. Thanks anyway.