Truly, the world isn't good enough for Mother, May I Sleep with Danger? What have we, as people, done to deserve what is clearly the most ridiculously bad title in the history of moving images?

Send this film into space so that alien races can know what humans accomplished on this small, blue planet. The achievements were, cosmically-speaking, modest—the Great Wall of China, the Sistine Chapel, the Great Pyramid of Giza—but this film's title stands as the truest monument to us all.