Fly Pan Am Airways and visit beautiful Sao Paolo, where all the men play drums and the women all lustily shake their breasts! The first hour or so feels like a corny (but enjoyable) tourism ad for 60s Brazil. Then, toward the end, when the Greek myth kicks in, it gets pretty cool. Hell is depicted as modern beaurocracy, not unlike the motion picture Brazil, but that’s just a wild coincidence. Ann liked this one more than me. The music is great and I’ve already downloaded half the soundtrack.