The man is a god-damned Maverick!

With more balls than almost all of the directors who are praised like Gods.

Some say he's nothing more than a trash peddler, but you know what I say to them? Eat shit. Eat a big stinky dog shit like Divine did in Pink Flamingos and then tell me again how Paul Thomas Whatever-his-face-is is the bravest director to have lived.

He's a FLAMING legend. All hail John.