Not to mention all his knuckle hair getting tangled in your pubes.

I like Peter Parker because I'm old, and things should never change ever. (Kidding, mostly.)

Larry and Barry are me mates. This is Larry…
(points to one smiley-faced lump on shoulder)
…and this is Barry.
(points to second smiley-face lump on shoulder)

Finally, FINALLY, made it to see Mad Max: Fury Road. Was not disappointed. Larry and Barry didn't like it, though.

Well for Christ's sakes, don't hold us in suspense! WHAT DO YOU DO?!

"What're you, a fuckin' geologist?"

Jack Arnold? Really? How am I supposed to take the rest of the list seriously after y'all fuck up the first entry?

The original Jon Spaihts script wasn't shit at all. I mean it wasn't Chinatown or anything, but the original concept was much, much better than the Damon Lindelof-tampered piece of shit we eventually got.

Triplet Peaks

John McTiernan has used that trick a couple of times, in Hunt and The 13th Warrior. Maybe in Basic too, I don't remember.

Gotta disagree with you there. Crimson Tide features way more scenery chewing from Hackman (the Lippizaner stallion speech? "I'M THE COMMANDER OF THIS SHIP!!!"?) than The Hunt For Red October does from Connery. In fact, Connery's performance is pretty taciturn IMO, as would befit a Russian sub commander.

Get Shorty. First Elmore Leonard adaptation I'd ever seen; first time I heard the word "fuck" used in such amusingly varied ways ("fuck you, fuckball" springs to mind); first time I understood how anybody could ever have thought John Travolta was so cool (although I'd already seen him in Pulp Fiction the year before,…

One quibble: I refuse to see Collective Soul lumped in with those other "scrunge" douchewads. They had some pretty good, fairly uplifting songs—sort of like a Creed you didn't have to be embarrassed to admit you liked—and they didn't cop their style from any of grunge's big four. Otherwise, good Inventory.

It was a pretty dire weekend of Netflixing in the Greed household. We kicked it off on Friday with a movie called Welcome To The Punch, an action movie from the UK. Now you would think any movie that stars James McAvoy as a cop and Mark Strong as a professional thief who are forced by circumstance to team up would be…

Fuck it, I can't lie, I still get a little thrill when Taimak catches his fist and says, "I am."

Yeah, okay, the movie was cheesy but c'mon, Gabrielle Anwar, man…

Walk it back a little, dude. He was speaking generally, not about specific composers. By and large, I think he's dead on. Burwell, Giacchino, old pros like Williams and Zimmer and auteurs like Carruth are but a few high points amongst a vast sea of shitty modern film score composers, IMO.

Oh, absolutely, the American stuff was among Elvis' best work, no question. But he was more comfortable covering a song like the Fats Domino-esque "Lady Madonna" or a romantic ballad like "Something" than a slow-building anthem like "Hey Jude".

Which would be just fine, if they didn't provide a paragraph explaining precisely why each song is in fact skippable.

Elvis fan here… it's not one of his best. It's not bad, but you can tell he had a cold while singing, and didn't really know how to handle the lyrics. I think the story was Chips Moman finally relented and recorded it at the tail end of the 1969 American Studios sessions after Elvis bugged him about it for weeks.