Here's a funny thing--the parental warning preceding a Fox network airing of "The Spy Who Shagged Me" warned for "mature content." Austin Powers. Mature content. Heh. And then they cut nothing of the first fifteen minutes or so, keeping in so much heavily laden innuendo that it threatened to tip over the tea trolley. It was then that I realized just how clever those movies are, and how deliberate their intentions. They're *designed* for network television, one rude nose-thumbing after another to standards & practices, as they carefully skirt all censor lines. Go, Mike. I suddenly want to watch "So I Married an Axe Murderer" again.
What I really want is for a pair of elves to sneak into my apartment with a large sour-cream lemon pie and place it outside my bedroom door, and then trip me as I come out so that I fall face first into it, forcing me to lick myself clean without any sense of guilt.