Late night concerts on Saturday? Sessions at West 54th is back!
The Farrellys' Three Stooges movie is a lot of fun. I appreciate the formal rigor of a film that introduces 1. a rat and 2. Sofia Vegara's breasts and delays the meeting of the two until the right comedic moment. Also, Larry David gets the shit kicked out of him.
Isn't that Beasties performance a sick joke? Rebellion* reproduced as nostalgia. "Remember when this got me banned?" I wanted to hear Sabotage.
It means that heading out to Canton to see Jack Johnson, a nice enough guy whose music I strongly dislike, is not going to be in my weekend plans.
I automatically like any show just a bit if it shows snow, not at Christmas time but as a fact of winter existence. Fuck shows with no weather.
Don't forget bike lines, which are to Wahlbergs as garlic is to vampires.
I've been saying for years that I will be more than happy with another Frank Reich, someone who can competently manage rather than drive the game (but is able to take control at times). Manuel's young, his mistakes are forgivable if he improves on them over the season, I don't need him to be great..
I didn't realize Fillion was in The Tubbening, my third-favorite Larry Cohen movie.
Thanks!
@avclub-1b8b5bf95c2665becaff790a65368d7c:disqus Jesse poisoned by meth cooking would be a gruesome yet fitting end for him.
Hey, thanks dude.
"Heisenberg died with Hank. Even the way it was shot seemed to suggest
that Heisenberg had died, right down to the way he stayed there
motionless and expressionless for hours. It's the moment when his
babbling, bull-shitting, manipulative wordsmithing finally failed him.
Whatever happens now is Mr. White, the guy…
"Hank's character arc was a lot about overcoming his fear of death, which makes the defiant way he went out somewhat triumphant."
I think my sensibility, which is generally in favor of black comedy, is not right for Headhunters, which was pretty blase about killing innocent people off so the hero can learn to be a better person. Lots of good parts (the dog!) but they add up to something I'm wary of.
A few years back, three dipshits shot and killed a Domino's guy in Boston's Hyde Park area after phoning in a delivery to a vacant building, they got away with the pizza and $20 and were arrested the next day after talking it up in high school. The pettiness and indifference of it fascinates me.
Sorry dude, "Canton" and "Jack Johnson" do not compute.
Those spying scenes were delightful. Kranz in particular had some great reaction/wait I'm not supposed to have a reaction shots.
I'd take cheese in a heartbeat over this rancid cocktail of bile and entitlement. The movie got me thinking about movie and TV bros and nerds, bros may be dicks in general and around women in particular but there's a confidence and openness about their dickitude that can be amusing (prime example: Veronica Mars' Dick…
Re: parts being written for them — I was thinking a bit during the movie about the whole men-as-women casting of Shakespeare's time, it sure deprived his audience of pretty ladies. And as said earlier, I don't know the play but I was pretty sure Don John's co-conspirator/lover was likely a dude in the original but I…