I began watching Babylon, which I'd prefer seeing on the big boy TV rather than the big boy computer. Well, in the first ten minutes, this overblown assault on every sense known to man, we get an elephant making a number two all over someone and then just a few minutes later we get some slutty woman at a big Hollywood party in the wild 1920s doing a number one all over a big, fat, disgusting man, who loves it. Then we get the party, filled with nude men and women humping each other in every way possible, while a band blares what sounds to me like big band music, which is not exactly the twenties, and we meet Margot Robbie, who crashes the party, sniffs more cocaine than Al Pacino in Scarface, and Brad Pitt being hedonistic, too. Now, that's the first twenty minutes. There are over two hours and forty-five minutes to go. I'm not sure I have it in me to continue.