So I asked my wife the other day, "Can you think of any movies where somebody gets killed by a television?" She just looked at me like I was speaking Frussian (a fine mixture of French and Russian, the two most annoying languages on the planet, by the way). And there you have the weekly routine of writing this column, riddling those closest to me with useless and trivial questions about film that should have no part in any conversation. Mom - "Hey, Jim, how's work? Me - "Good. Can you think of any movie scenes where a baby shits on somebody's face?" Enough, let's do dis.