Yet another dollop of W.

I’ll say this: The trailers and posters for W. are getting progressively more sophisticated and interesting. The more it veers into surreal absurdity the more I like it, slouching into a crude groove of Mad Hatter sociopathic slapstick that sure feels a helluva lot more slick and subversive than its ideological nemesis this month — the rancid-smelling farce-blossom, An American Carol.¬† Is it just me, or does this edit of the material begin to scoot W. closer in style to Stone’s Natural Born Killers than anything else in his filmography?