It'll be a new-agey Peter and the Wolf with the thief/sheriff represented by the ubiquitous Ballian oboe.

With an accent like that you've obviously never been to Liverpool. So you've missed out on an important fact of life: the redneckiest American ain't got nuffin on the low class you get in England. Remember Rent's rant about the lowest of the low in Trainspotting? Forget the Scotland thing. The scum of the fucking…

NEXT SEPTEMBER .. Bob Lee Swagger returns in Shooter 2 — Dial M for Mohammed! *This time there'll be no Atta-boys.*

You Egyptian-Cotton-wearing lace-curtain motherfucker.

"The episode starts with Peter, Lois, and Meg at the Teen Choice Awards, an elaborate setup for some pretty good jokes …"

So the lyrics don't set the world on fire, but they're no more unformed than something say, from the Gin Blossoms ("Hear It From You" comes to mind) or early Connells. There is promise in that faltery voice and bless her heart for singing live. Not my style of music but pretty ok.

Neat article, thanks!

"Cell" the iPhone app. Turn anybody into a mindless gadget gathering zombie! Fun at parties! Spook your friends!

I'm afraid there really aren't words ugly enough to describe how unfailingly awful this movie is from start to finish. You've got a dummy drunken dad who couldn't farm an ant colony, a hard-hearted goose of a wife, a landlord who twists his mustache menacingly and cheats himself out of rent because of sheer awfulness,…

Uh, cool story bro?

Since you mention SPR, what about the death of Stanley Mellish? I have always seen strong sexual metaphors in that scene where Mellish struggles with the German but is overpowered in the missionary position as the enemy hushes "shhhhhhhh" while he sips his knife up and in. To me, this is the central statement in the…

Bleh. I'd rather watch two hours of *Kate* Mara reading the phone book.

Wasn't the out-of-focus cross intended as George's menace to his wife, of him still holding influence over the phone call even as he steeled himself to fight somebody he should expect at the door? How many people at the time might've empathized with George if he'd knocked the snot out of the educay-sham system, if…

If I had a sales force, I'd hire Alec Baldwin to walk amongst the cubicles noisily shaking his Cartier watch in their no-selling waste of space faces.

Have you seen anything that uses the Drake or the Coq d'Or? Or Joe's Seafood? Thanks in advance.

Okay, so they sit around and have drinks — presumably — while some chef is busy walking around the room fondling his meat in front of every table. With the gay bar, I see a pattern.

Now I'm going to have to revise what I was about to submit to Harper's.

This has got to be the best Conie interview segment of all time.

Perhaps. Or maybe he was just gracious enough to keep me from feeling ignorant.

He also said "Rum Punch" during the conversation. Maybe it's because I was familiar with Leonard.