Henry Rollins scares the poop out of me. Personally, I'd be afraid to disagree with any of his cinematic insights. "Oh yes, Henry, I do agree that Under the Tuscan Sun was the feel-good movie of the year. Yes, Diane Lane was incandescent. What? Yes, of course I saw it, Henry. No, I'm not lying... Henry... that's hurting me... my... goddamn it Henry, my nipples aren't supposed to bleed!..." [falls unconscious. And... scene.]