Oh, that Betsy Russell movie is great! She repairs motorcycles, plays a little basketball and ends up at the greatest party ever thrown. And also: naked.

Why must all such actors make the most dreadfully brupressing kitchen sink dramas as their initial forays into film direction? It's the story they live to tell, I guess.

There were a lot of these movies, and a fact not generally well known is that "Mah Na Mah Na," the song later made famous through Muppetry, was originally written for the Mondo movie "Sweden: Heaven And Hell."

I actually kind of prefer Fatso, which was written and directed by Anne Bancroft if you can believe it. It's a weird comedy-drama where Dom is a food-loving Italian-American with a domineering mother who has to lose weight or face an untimely death, and is constantly faced with hilarious gastronomic temptation.

The best R.E.M. song in probably the last fifteen years is the super-obscure "There's An Odor," which I guess you'd call a B-side; but to what I can't say. Anyway, great song.

No suit at all!

This is the first King book in years I've put on my wish list. Yes, my birthday's coming up, so you guys know what to get me.

See, this is what I'm talking about. Double Ed! He works at Beaumont Hardware. His very critical plot function is to baffle Jeffrey with a simple trick that he's apparently been doing for years, and the fact that Jeffrey has never figured out how the trick is done shows us how stupid he is, and what a poor…

Oh, that Baron Fink, sitting high in his Bavarian castle just trying to finish that wrestling picture.

It frankly seems self-evident that you could name 5000 movies better than The Shawshank Redemption. I agree with Bruiser - it's fine, but I'll never understand all the crazy love it gets.

What do you suppose is the story behind the most shamefully neglected character in the movie, Double Ed?

According to an on-set interview by Fangoria (!), Lynch's favorite little trick was to throw the fake ear down to the ground and shout "Hello? Hello?" What a joker!

He hardly went into any detail at all. Very American of you to be concerned about the slight suggestion of sex and not about the orcs cleft stem to stern by the mighty sword Bloodgusher.

Have you ever seen "Gjost Fever," starring Sherman Hemsley, Luis from Sesame and the late Smokin' Joe Frazier?

I spent the weekend trying to ward off The Attack Of Foul Dracula.

They didn't exactly fall in love, but the lady in Predator was also pretty much kidnapped by Arnold and his merry band of commandos. That Arnold, always forcibly bringin' the ladies along.

Wouldn't King Kong be the gold standard for this sort of story?

The ending, with Russell and Hawn sitting among the burning wreckage of their home, warily sharing a bottle of whiskey while just deciding to "sit here a while and see what happens," has haunted me for years.

What kind of accent is he trying to do? It's some kind of marble-mouthed New Yawk-Philly-Bahston mash-up.

Featuring Ossy?!?!?