"The Great Santini" is as fine a movie as I can imagine. The irony in the title is on full display, as the titular lead goes about proving that the greatness that is ascribed to him has a lot more to do with the depth of his dysfunction than the heights of the jets he flies.

That may be the exception to at least giving someone credit for consistency.

Getting old isn't a crime, and should never be a reason for reflexively dismissing a person's point of view.

Nice to see Mr. McConaughey and Mr. Grant really go all out, clothes-wise. Who is their stylist—Dennis the Menace?

This is actually a team of Pop Warner football players, whose name happens to be the Kids, as they break onto the field for their first game of the season

The man singlehandedly represented the best of what the game of baseball has to offer the world.

My friend, I not trying to enlist you in anything.

You kind of love that you don't have much by way of expectation? You kind of love that she is of middling talent and doesn't disappoint/enthrall? You kind of love that she is a vacuous and contemptible human being?

Call me Old School, but there is something inherently paradoxical when you combine the words 'purity' and 'ball' as has been done here.

No, it's not. But he's a great guy, and, broadly speaking, we kind of resemble each other.

No, I am not. I played a character whose interaction with her was peripheral.

That pathetic excuse for what the perp is hoping will one day grow into a real mustache is a dead giveaway.

His name is Bruce Helford, and as far as I am concerned, he was doing the Lord's work, via the sitcom idiom.

I worked on the Drew Carey show as a recurring character. She literally was so out of line (complaining about the extras having the audacity to sample from the same craft services table she grazed from) that the show runner had to have one of those talks with her, the upshot of which was back the fuck off or get…

With all that is going on in the world of gastronomy, both high and low brow, this is what you go with? Do you own stock in Taco Bell?

Regarding Ms. Miller, having had the distinct displeasure of working with her, she's not undateable.

Gee, I wonder what Rihanna looks like nak—

Call me crazy, but if I left a steaming pile of dung to be recorded by someone, the upshot of which an asset I owned would then increase in value to a significant extent, said pile of dung would look like a major coup, yes?

If I had aged as gracefully as the gamine that is Ms. Cervenka, I'd be bat-shit bonkers, too.

Charisma has a new face….