Roger Corman deserves a lifetime-achievement oscar.

Let's face it. When hacks like Blake Edwards can get an honorary oscar despite never being able to tell the difference between comedy and drama, then we need to open the field. Let's be honest here. . .

• There's about two movies worth of funny material in the eight "Pink Panther" movies he directed. There's about four movies worth of filler. That leaves two movies remaining, which is approximately the amount of outtakes and footage borrowed from the previous movies and edited into the later ones to remind you that there's some funny stuff there.
• Breakfast at Tiffany's and Days of Wine and Roses were well made, but what were they? Did Edwards actually intend to make a broad comedy about a woman who walks out on her husband and daughter because she can't stay sober? I'm glad he didn't direct Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, because he probably would've made it end with a pie-fight.
• 10, Victor/Victoria, S.O.B., Blind Date, and pretty-much every other movie he made since the late 70's were all so scattershot and sloppily made that during the parts when the movies worked it was clear that it was accidental.

Anyway, Corman deserves a lifetime-achievement oscar, if only for introducing the world to the directing talents of Peter Bogdanovich, James Cameron, Frances Ford Coppola, Jonathan Demme, Ron Howard, and John Sayles.

And he produced 350 movies. For sheer production of material, that's ahead of everybody, even the guys who produced the Three Stooges and Warner Brothers shorts. You've gotta give credit to someone who invented a process that even ALLOWS you to produce 350 movies.

Okay, rant over. Carry on now.