I just, I just don't even.

Hey, I do this too! I've posted about this before so sorry to be repetitive, but if I get in a White Album mood, I've got to listen to all of side 4. To quote Ian MacDonald, the album concludes in "disturbing dreamlike darkness." From "Cry Baby Cry" to McCartney's little snipped about taking you back, then "Revolution…

I'll agree to disagree, but I totally understand where you are coming from. "Paperback Writer" is a great song, for sure, and much more rock.

That motherfucking song rocks. Bass line from hell, man, and those harmonies—Paul pushing the needle into the red.

"Don't Let Me Down"—so damn good. It's always struck me how well Lennon and McCartney could still play and sing together even when they weren't getting along. That song brims with the joy of collaboration with the harmonies, etc.

I agree with all of this. And "I'll Be Back" is a masterwork. Fades away at the end of "Hard Day's Night" unresolved and a bit haunted.

I agree. It hasn't had its day. It's still a triumph. And it's hip to dismiss it now amid our cynical desire to hate things that are positive and quaint. The songs might not be as strong as other albums of theirs, and the White Album and Abbey Road are still my two favorites. But that doesn't mean Sgt. Pepper isn't…

Damn, that's a great fucking song. Bass line from hell and Lennon had just snapped out of his acid haze and finally got his personality back.

Love the fact that the production emphasizes sleepy dreaminess by being tonally in between keys, the backward soupy cymbals, gentle bass, yawns—such a studio masterclass.

Indeed. Penny Lane is what sunny 60s pop is all about. There is no equal.

Great trifecta for both Atherton and Zabka. Atherton's turn in "Real Genius" is superb because he actually is a pretty rotten guy. Smarmy from the get-go and trying to build a weapon kills people from space!

I like your thesis quite a bit. Clubber is also great for: "Hey woman. Hey woman."

Yep, and she's calm the whole time. I love that first introduction she has with the marines where everyone is sort of taking it lightly, and then the lieutenant sort of blows her off and tells the Marines to "read her report." And she has a chance right there to lose respect, but she very directly tells them what's…

I really hate the TV version: "Yes, it's true. This man is some kind of rodent, I'm not sure which," or something like that.

Ha, thanks! And it's true—no sex or at least a kiss is pretty strange—and effective in this case. But at least there is (symbolic?) penetration in a hotel room—-even though it's a glass shard through that pussy green beret's chest.

Indeed! I love how she proves herself over and over and just naturally takes over and no one thinks twice about it. Resourceful, smart, protective—she is the complete package and would wipe the floor with Stallone.

I always liked his oddly hypnotic talk with Hedaya that starts with "I like listening to your little piss-ant soldiers trying to talk tough. If Matrix were here, he'd laugh, too." He seems wistful and very much in love with Matrix.

But could you have thrown a pipe hard enough to impale him while quipping filmdom's greatest one liner? This is what you must ask yourself!

Such a grotesque Oscar grab. Desperation was pouring off her. What's funny is that I often get that vibe from Aniston, albeit in a much different way.

"Don't bother my friend. He's dead tired. Even though I just rammed my elbow into his face and twisted his neck in a way that just about everyone on the plane would know something was up but maybe things were different on airplanes in the 80s even though we are both huge fucking dudes on a small plane…wait, where was…