Oh. Oh my God….

I pity those who go though life without been able to take pleasure in a big, dumb action movie from the 90's.

#1 for me: Last Boyscout.
Shane Black, Willis and Scott. The almost perfect 90's movie. Endlessly quoteable, endlessly entertaining. Even Wayans can't fuck it up.
(Black, Willis and Scott sounds like an bostonian lawfirm, by the way.)

I'll jump onboard with the "Lost Higway"-love. Few movies have made as powerful an impression on me as it did back when I was 17 and saw it with a couple of friends in a nearly deserted theater.

Robyn is straight…

Well Ron Pearlman is every bit the nice guy I imagined. Cool interview. I love "Random roles".

Things I learned today:

I do believe it's a worthwhile discussion to have, but I think it skips over an important point: to what extent do we care about artists behaviour, and does it influence our enjoyment of their art?

Good night, and good luck.
Thanks for the memories. and so on…
The AV Club I knew and loved is grinding to a halt, and my favorite writers are all being replaced by young hacks, unafraid to admit they have never seen "Back To The Future" or "Repo Man" or "The Big Lebowski".
I think I'm gonna have to read "Lord Of The…

Ha! I know what you mean. My original name was "The Official Watchmen Watchman"

"The eternally slumming Robert De Niro" would make a pretty good commentator name, though.

First!

Probably because the article is seven years old….

I've been sent back in time! I have to make my parents fall in love, or I'll never exist!
Also: teach Marvin Berry how to rock n' roll!

Noooo! Don't go! Daddy don't leave meeee!
Ehh, I mean, Scott, don't leave me. Scott. Yes.

Right, but the smoke would mask the human emissions quite effectively. I would take smoke with a hint of sweat over pure man-stink any day.

Come on. I'm THIS close to actually caring…

Probably…

I've been to several concerts where people would dance/cheer/jump deliberately into the back of people filming with ipads/iphones. It's called psychological conditioning, and it seems to work fairly well.

The cigarette smoke was preferable to the miasma of human perspiration that hangs over shows today. The sweat and fart-smell of certain concert venues is enough to keep me away.