Oh fucking hell.
Okay, now I'm going to pretend I DID read the word "visual" in the title of the Inventory, but that, since I don't read Braille, I count books as visual. 
Whew, saved it!

The Birdcage really was good.  One of the few times that Manic Robin Williams was properly and intelligently restrained. 
And I would say that Gene Hackman was great in it, but really all I have to say is that Gene Hackman was in it.

I never saw Let Me In, and here's why-  everyone I talked to and every review I read said it was either almost or as good as Let the Right One In… so why bother?
Maybe I made a mistake with that.  But I read the novel too so I think I'm covered.

Um… Bowie and much of the Diamond Dogs album, you know?  "1984" and "We Are the Dead" spring to mind.
Originally it was going to be a musical based on 1984, but I think someone from Eric Blair's estate squelched it.   I would try to find a citation for that but am not sure I could trust it.

I can read between the lines, Kyle.  This is really an A, not a B+.  I haven't heard the album yet, but it's a new Robbie Fulks, so…

And to complete the myth/history of the Skynrd boys and Neil Young (and the south), check out Southern Rock Opera by the Drive-By Truckers.  They've got some pretty insightful stuff about Wallace.. who DID change, but certainly not by the time Sweet Home Alabama was recorded..

Fantastic interview.  I haven't seen the documentary but it's on my list…
Love her attitude toward Gimme Shelter—yep, it's a protest song… and I think Mick and Keith DID know it.  But without those vocals, I'm not even sure it would have been a song.

More science fiction than this is the Taco Bell commercial that preceded it.  Jeez, that taco shell was fucking RED!
Oh, plus, this movie -  how is the situation any different than those English kids who take their O level exams to determine whether they go to a normal school or one of the schools that train them to be…

I'll accept the idea that Elmore Leonard had a novel he was working on at the time of his death— the man worked at his job every day.
Salinger?  Yeah, maybe.  But I'll pass.  Those stories would be at the very least dusty.

I allowed myself to read the article, but not the comments, because….

All these casting whiners remind me…
Back in the olden days, when Michael Keaton was announced for Tim Burton's Batman, people  at conventions actually booed.  Keaton was known primarily as a comedic actor (and a comic), and he wasn't buff, etc. etc
It worked out slightly differently than the booers predicted, as the…

If The Magnificent Seven doesn't show up, I'll… well I don't know.  Lose all my crops I guess.

Pssh.  I knew he was dead the whole time.  You just don't survive a point-blank bullet wound like that.

Oh, my god, see it.  Right now.  It's incredible, and hypnotic.  It was playing on the tv at my local used cd/dvd store, and I, having already seen it several times, was transfixed, stood watching till it was over.  I'd ducked in for five minutes, supposedly.
(And yes, I did buy some stuff, I'm not that kind of retail…

I love the Berry quote, when he's filmed walking onto or off of a plane.  Traveling incredibly light (no entourage, a duffel bag maybe and a guitar) he says he buys a new guitar every year or so:  "Deductible, you know..!"

Wait, what?

I don't know how hip this makes me (I suspect none — none hip) but I unashamedly love Robbie Robertson's first solo album.  He did us two favors at least- hired Maria McKee, even though as just a background vocalist — she's better than that.
And he hired U2, and used them as backing vocalists, and that's where they…

What struck me about Levon's This Wheel's On Fire is that, yes, Robbie comes in for his share of putdowns, especially the whole Last Waltz thing, both the concert and the decision to quit the road, which was Robbie's, no one else's…
And as Levon points out, you can look at Elvis or whatever, but you can also look at…

“This isn’t a concert film; it’s a performance film.” The movie itself is much more fun than that ponderous response implies.

Yes, there was, both in the minds of record buyers and promoters.  A few years earlier, R & B was called (and marketed as) "race music", a term that I guess isn't coming back any time soon.