Nice thought…we’d have to have a kind of not too cliche goth band playing underneath the somewhat slowed-down movements of Count Orlok (at regular speed it’s just kind of funny!) Perhaps a false stone walled meandering town streets set shaped like a giant “M” through which the conference-goers are driven by bunches of ushers all dressed like Cesare from “Das Kabinett des Doktor Caligari” until they end up falling off the side of the magical futuristic “Metropolis” city! I think my brain is running down (it was following that non-cliche cliche article of Oliver Shiny’s wot dun it.) That, and all the excitement in rural Tennessee of trying to chase off someone else’s billy goat. But yeah, I think an Expressionist conference would be brilliant! (And everyone has to wear black and white ONLY!) Whew…time for bed. I’m so OLD!