We really do not talk enough about how fucking sick, twisted, deranged, horny, outrageous, hateful, insipid, vile, bold, dreamy, surface, useless, nihilist, hot, and sublime this is. MVP is Shelley Duvall's incantatory delivery, in that Houston drone of hers, of lines like "Oh, diarrhea. That's tough. I'm a race-car driver." I really only want to be a professor in order to spring this upon unsuspecting undergrads and grads. When they praise U.S. culture, they really mean Brewster McCloud.
(Needless to say, the better Altman film of 1970. Leonard Cohen has great taste!)
Also, aggressively ACAB. A contender for Altman's most bitter film — and that's saying a LOT.