Teeth
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I've been thinking a bit about dentistry, dentition, and various things dental this week due to a convergence of circumstances. First, I had some minor dental work, then at my neighbor's yard sale I picked up a copy of a children's book called Your Wonderful Teeth , which has some marvelous photographs. And then I watched the movie Teeth . The pictures from the former will speak for themselves, but the latter requires a few words. Teeth is a horror-comedy about vagina dentata . I saw the trailer a few months ago and had one of those "No, they didn't ... oh wow, they did ..." moments where at first I assumed my own strange brain was projecting something, only to realize that my projection was entirely accurate when the voiceover announced: " Dentata . It's Latin for 'teeth'." I didn't expect much of the movie. How could it possibly live up to its premise? (And what, exactly, was there to live up to?) I assumed it would pro