A one time friend of mine whose taste ran more to punk mocked me for liking H&tN by describing it as "good boy rock." I couldn't really argue. And strangely, I don't think he meant it as that much of a slam, but more as explaining why it wasn't for him. Don't know if it's relevant, but the guy was a raging…

Prep H, that wasn't Huey's real cock, just a prosthetic. I think they were mostly concerned about him peeing on cue, and if they had to do multiple takes.

I didn't think he looked odd, just kind of like he might be gay. But I've read he's straight.

I love Taibbi's stuff, his level of involvement blows away all the talking heads who give their spin to what they glean from media. His RS article about how fucked up the procedures in Congress are was an absolute killer. If every American could see and accept the reality of what he witnessed first hand going on…

Way too much Kristin Wiig hate on this board. She's actually GREAT. Have you people failed to notice that she absolutely nails an incredible array of impressions? It's the writing that sucks. What's she supposed to with sketches built around farts and fathers who deep throat kiss their sons. SNL? More like LCD. …

Formula for a Seth Meyers Update joke: 1.) Setup with actual news story 2.) Make the most obvious observation possible 3.) end the statement by reordering the words of the setup to make it seem more like a punchline. (See Norm McDonald minus being funny.)

In similar fashion, I'm committed to seeing neither of these sequels.

Elfman, although often great as a composer and in Oingo Boingo, is also the father of the many tuneless, unsingable songs in this and the dreadful Corpe Bride.

Damn!
And here I thought Inhale would be a big screen version of the yoga show on the Oxygen! Network. What a disappointment.

Ted Turner
Ted has almost nothing whatsoever to do with Turner Broadcasting these days. And neither, for that matter, do I.

Not to mention Real Sex's depressing parade of vapid bimbos, himbos, and every oversexed, over tatted & pierced oddball they could find. Mostly set to jokey retro lounge songs that you know barely cost a dime, always with lame double entendre lyrics. Nothing has ever been a better accidental endorsement of celibacy…

THAT'S HOLLYWOOD!

Speaking of the great voice, remember Bosley's voice over work for the 70's "behind the scenes" syndicated series about film making called "That's Hollywood!"? So long before cable TV and the flood of movie biz doc's, DVD extra's, etc., that was damn entertaining TV back then.

I will confess to having stumbled upon renderings of Bart sticking it to Marge, something I would never have even thought existed, much less chosen to see. For a few seconds I considered gouging out my eyeballs.

Good to see Brian Cox is still getting cast in every single movie that *isn't* marketed exclusively to teens.

As it it weren't enough that it was an inspiration for shooting Ronald Reagan.

Well, according to Joss Whedon's theory about great musicals, to which I largely ascribe, the songs have to forward the plot, which is practically impossible to do with a juke box musical. But then I guess pop music bios are a genre unto themselves with their own rules, but I do think are much better suited to film…

Who do you think you are, Frankie Valli, or some kind of big shot?

I meant "$50 LESS per person."

I'm a big Four Seasons fan, though I never saw the play. I was starting to think I should catch an opportunity, but now I'm content to see the movie, which will be at least $50 per person to check out.