My fury at Fury, a film only a vampire could love

I have always believed that the mission of most movies made after the Fred & Ginger era has been to reduce, insofar as it is possible, the manners and morals of the community. Long before the camera was invented, the Ancient Greeks used to throw playwrights in jail for corrupting society, old Aristophanes always one step ahead of the sheriff, a practice that has not been followed by our generation because there are not enough jail cells to accommodate all the ruffians responsible. In between, Cervantes was funny with money and did a Taki as a result, Ben Jonson killed a man in a duel and was something of a jailbird, Racine was a gigolo to Madame de Maintenon, Samuel Johnson was arrested twice for debt, Voltaire was thrown out of France three times and did Bastille time, and the wonderful Tennessee Williams abused booze and boys all of his short life.