I’ve been banished to the greys for some unknown reason but still come here out of habit.

“Lullaby” is the one that sends me.

A girlyboy’s sugar daddy? There are worst things to be.

Alex Proyas, who went onto do the pretty amazing Dark City soon after and who then settled into a career of B-level studio movies

Rife factually wrong? Get out.

Work your magic on meeeeee!

Already this month I’ve used it four times, with ticket prices over $10 each.

From this milkless tit you suck the very business we call show!

Steve Lemme is still looking good, so there’s that.

It wasn’t the week’s worst [per-screen average], though; that dubious distinction goes to Hostiles.

He supported Ted fucking Cruz.

I come from the future to tell you he wrote, directed, and stars in a movie that’s a huge hit.

I hated it too on VHS but maybe that was due somewhat to the awful pan-and-scanning I still remember all this time later.

Ditto Emilio Estevez in St. Elmo’s Fire.

Thank you, Kyle. I’m scrolling down and down saying to myself, “where’s Seven?” It’s the end-all, be-all answer when this question comes up.

“Putting on a condom kills the mood.”

The Kimmel can be a good place to enjoy live music, ‘specially if you’re seated above and behind/on the side of the stage.

Europe is better in many ways.

It’s like when I saw Rob Zombie and had to stand but wound up by a pillar I could lean back on.

These days I prefer venues with tables and waitstaff, like World Cafe Live: