But if you feel uncomfortable at rock shows, maybe it's just that you don't like rock shows and should stop going to them. I'm not trying to be snarky, but it just sounds like that's not your bag, which is a different issue entirely and has nothing to do with cynicism.

Will he fight the mummy, the swamp monster, the vampire or the queerwolf?

If I lived in a dessert, particularly a creme caramel, I would defend it to the death too.

Not at the "prominent presence of John Lithgow in the cast" turn, nor the "Cynthia Nixon as the girl next door of your dreams" turn neither. In these areas The Manhattan Project reigns supreme.

Listen, The Manhattan Project is great. I won't hear any badmouthing of it. One of the finest teen scientist pictures of the mid-1980s.

Movie producers are the last, repeat, the last people on earth you want to trust. Trust me on this, I'm a movie producer.

"Let's all go in through the donkey door, HAW!"

You should have asked her about the time her daughter was kidnapped by Algerians and she told them over the phone about her special skills that would enable her to find them and kill them. Oh, wait…

Yeah, I had the cassette back in the day, and my big upgrade, which I just listened to last night, no word of a lie, was to vinyl. Anyway, yes, those songs have a power greater than any Delorean to transport you back in time. But that wouldn't be enough if the songs were crappy; luckily they're actually really good.

Me too, and I still do sometimes. It's one of the best song soundtracks of the 80s.

You fell for the old Zemeckis/Gale smokescreen, eh? Glover has a different take on what happened. 

I apologize for pimping Burl's website, but I read it almost daily, so I happen to know that he reviewed The Wild Life recently. And I don't get anything out of it so maybe it's not pimping. I have a copy of the movie myself, and his review makes me want to dig it out and watch it again, for the first time in many,…

I was a teenager in 1985 or 86 or 87 or whenever Some Kind Of Wonderful came out, and though I have a great appreciation of Lea Thompson (I have a copy of The Wild Life, after all), for me she paled in comparison with Mary Stuart Masterson in that movie. Wow, was I in love.

Sounds like you just missed The Jimmy Years: Callaghan/Carter. Oh, those were the days. You would easily be able to pick your favorites if you could include those gentlemen.

Since the good overalls people of that state continue to refuse, for some ungodly reason, to pronounce it "R-Kansas," they deserve to be ignored.

I don't see a review for it. Maybe it's in his queue.

I have to admit I did a double take when I saw that title on the Best Documentary Oscar nominee list. "It couldn't be," I thought, and of course it wasn't.

Ahh, you get some redneck complaining at you about how his son died needlessly in Iraq or whatever.

Craig, you and Burl seem to share a fascination for Ulli Lommel.

Don't you worry, it's only a flea bath
It's either join or be served with pilaf