How can a corpse funeral crash?

If you like down-and-outers mumbling at a racetrack, you'll love Luck.

The Gremlin chomping him while the old high school film ran off its spool; creepy.

Caption beneath the photo seems like overkill. Don't go that route, AV.

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Nevermind. This show is boring as shit. If You want to see down-and-outers mumbling at a racetrack, you'll love it.

It's eerie fantasy. You want Andy Griffith go to Andy Griffith.

Hoffman and Nolte?  Shit yeah I'm gonna see it.

Are you joking? Great economy, fresh music (at least until around late '94), pre-9/11, me with long hair and still with horizons to hope for - fuckin' wet dream of nostalgia.

I'd like to see Fred and Carrie do a sketch with famous Portlander Chuck Pahlaniuk, where they subtly jibe how shitty his work's been the last ten years.

So when the fuck is Hollywood going to remake Casey just like they've stripmined every other Zone, with Jonah Hill as the manager and Ryan Reynolds as the robot?

His part with Ewan at the end of Haywire where he has reservations over killing her was the most interesting part of the movie. The penis shall return.

the problem with mad men is not the slowness but the endless week-long wonder of "will this episode finally be interesting as drama or yet another pile up of humdrum incident."

Huh? The airplane bit was the funniest in the movie. You must be thinking of the long "trying to win back the Irish cop" sequence.

I remember when Ulysses' Gaze came out because of Keitel's "Bad Lieutenant/The Piano" notoriety at the time, but never saw it. Hell, I am classically educated. Sounds like I should check him out.

Ostentatious? You'd have to hold a mirror up to Oldman in that movie to make sure he's still breathing.

I think Ochs faded from memory mainly due to his voice. Unbearable even by Dylan standards, this weird, high-pitched tone that immediately got on my nerves when I bought a compilation some years back.

Except BB sucks now. It's eighty minutes of stories of growing up in his shack followed by a couple licks.

Saw James Brown in Paris six months before he died. His back-up dancers did most of the performing, but hey, it's the Godfather.

Blood On The Tracks, Series of Dreams, Oh Mercy, bitch.