I was part of a marketing focus group for the 1995 Prophecy. Watched about 8 different ads and trailers for it, then I and 9 of my fellow underemployed New Jerseyans were asked our opinions. The nicest thing I could say about it at the time was that folks might want to see it more because of Walken's recent Pulp…

@Martian Judge—"forest porn" made me LOL. The first skin mag I ever read was a copy of Penthouse I found in the woods near my house.

It means he's the rare bird who has no altar boy scalps hanging from his belt.

In America, Ayn Rand fingerbangs YOU!

How about his role in Death Wish 2, in which he wildly overestimates the bullet-stopping power of a ghettoblaster?

So there _is_ a career path for Big Gay Sal.

The reporter needs a big white card with PRESS written on it sticking out of his fedora, not unlike how every brown paper bag in a movie needs French bread or carrot greens sticking out of it to denote it as containing groceries.

He was writing in shortleg.

He was too busy cranking the wife.

She left out the Hasid who sold it to them in the background chuckling while counting their money.

Sorry, Campbell. [silencer goes HUSH NOW]

Of all the AVC threads where I could have a flashback to the Myth, Saga, and Romance class I took in college, I never thought it would be this one.

No Draper-style fingerbanging, but Sal Romano will run into Smithers at a hotel . . . with erotic results.

They meant "Farnum."

I beg to differ.

Lucas also glossed the arm-lopping Yojimbo fight, though not the line about coffins, for the cantina scene in "Star Wars."

Get Dice Clay's agent—Cool Mite: The Movie is a go!

"Okay, suckers, you've taken yer best shot. Now it's MY TURN!" ::snikt::

Eva Pron? Or Evita Pron?

Had to mention rippers, didn't ya? Eleven fuckin' thirty and now I need to go to Rutt's Hut.