Is Genius defined by Nuttiness?

I managed to get my hands on a copy of the final draft of this long gestating WWII script that is finally going into production. This is a formal submission, mind you, and it arrived with a hand-scribbled title page. The script itself is broke down into chapters, outlined in the page 1 table of contents. It's obviously the product of a typewriter, and suffers from a severe lack of proofreading. The dialog is long, rambling and generally very boring. The characters are charactures. The story itself is strung together by a structure of paperclips, scotch tape and hand grenades. Hitler is a character, and he's angry because a certain band of American soldiers is scalping his army, literally. And we get to see this, in full detail.

So of course, this will be a masterpiece.