The Three Stooges Complete -

He watched three shorts back-to-back. “Men in Black” (the hospital one— “Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard…” ). “A Plumbing We Will Go” (the one where the bathtub bursts through the floor). And “Micro-Phonies” (the one with the opera singer and the recording of Curly’s “Swinging the Alphabet”).

The bottle was warm. Not the pleasant, sun-soaked warmth of a New York fire escape, but the stale, recycled heat of a television studio green room. In here, time didn’t pass; it congealed. Elliott, a film critic whose byline commanded respect but whose bank account commanded little else, held the DVD case like a holy relic. The Three Stooges Complete

The Three Stooges Complete . 20 discs. 190 shorts. 25+ hours of eye-pokes, scalp-saws, and the most exquisitely stupid sound effects ever committed to magnetic tape. He watched three shorts back-to-back

He held up the big, black box.

He wiped his face with his sleeve. He looked at the shelf of solemn, respected films: The Rules of the Game , Seven Samurai , Paris, Texas . Then he looked at the stack of twenty discs on his lap. The complete works of the three most beautiful idiots who ever lived. Fine, Dr