Nope , Bob well past his sell-by date. Should have quit in the early nineties.

Allen Klein's company owns all the royalty rights to their catalogue from '63-'69, the tours until '81 were always made less than the cost to run them - fuck yeah they sold out. More power to 'em.

Marla's still alive! Praise Jesus! "I don't do windows or floors, mistah Jefferson, though maybe you can get the other six dwarves to help you with that."

"Has-been grunge era band bitches about more popular act. News at eleven."

Otherwise known as "Visiting old girlfriends and exchanging knowing glances while their husbands talk about the economy."

So cool when Roth plugs that sick fuck Madsen, though Taratino wipe outs the victory when Chris Penn shoots the cop two minutes later.

Livin on the edge more appropriate.

Luckily St. Vincent will never have this surprise.

Saw it - some of the fighting looked really staged, in a "you push me, then I push you, then you swing this way, etc,." particularly with the name actors. It was okay for what it was, but felt like more in the "soundtrack more exciting than the rest of the movie" mode of Soderbergh.

@avclub-550843601db9a6ce932d3cc285f98d78:disqus Because they fuck everybody but Jewish men. Ta da.

The first time I heard of "After Hours" was in the Twilight Zone movie prelude where Albert Brooks describes it to Dan Ackroyd before the latter turns into a demon and snaps his neck (kind of ruined the suspense when I saw the actual episode).

It's alluded to in Cadillac Records.

that's her singing in the soda shop in Back to the Future. Huh.

Malcolm X film vs. book would be interesting.

St. Vincent will make you turn into oncoming traffic.

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Sure she did. No more Nyquil needed, just ten minutes of Tailor.

Golly, no, profdragon - I guess it's strictly reserved for pretentious twats like you and Lurky.

Some of his long descriptive comedy is actually quite funny, as those Boston specials Comedy Central constantly runs attest. Just sounds like a particularly off night, with a bunch of nobodies eagerly waiting in the wings for the kill.

Has a beautiful office in the old Sentinel building in North Beach, too.