Never noticed John was wearing a Stones 'Some Girls' shirt in that picture.

It's funny, no one pursued this innovation again until last year's Hemingway and Gellhorn, where the director transplanted Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman into '30's Spain, China, and WW II.

There's a fascinating  Stroumbopolos interview with Springfield on youtube where he talks about going to Vietnam at seventeen with an entertainment band and basically being thrown into Apocolypse Now, dodging mortors and helping drop bombs on villages, plus his struggles with depression. Hard To Hold, indeed.

The Stones Undercover has its moments. Too Much Blood, Pain Of Love, and the title track hold up.

Wasn't Jason Everman the guy who was fired from both Nirvana and Soundgarden and joined the military, as per that NY Times magazine article?

Thirty-five likes for that awful comment? AV commenters get the nothing lives they deserve.

He didn't beat up a woman and still gets notice on the AV. Incredible.

Adam was always a nice guy when I was an intern at SNL, but that hunch of his (evident in his cameo as a hobo in The Other Guys) looked damn painful.

If he wants a Jew in his seventies, get my dad - Anthropology professor with forty-plus expertise in the Brazillian favelas.

Moore's movies were just fun. Light wit in place of Brosnan's bored male model and Craig's grinding humorlessness.

I'm guessing the first clause in this article's title has more to do with the AV's lack of ideas than anything to do with movies in 1983.

Surprise Suprise, Mind Games, and Nobody Told Me are good, but otherwise, yeah, just as Lennon said Elvis' death was a great career move, getting shot was perfect for John.

Actually Keith Richards' solo albums Talk Is Cheap and Wicked As It Seems are both great, and Mick's solo albums Primitive Cool, Wandering Spirit, and the abysmal-selling Goddess In The Doorway have some very durable tunes. It's just fashionable to say the Stones can't do good solo albums (which was always a fall-back…

You would think the AV would like a movie about obedient darkies, as opposed to those they can act as if invented domestic violence. 

Yeah, that high-pitched bleating they do is so masterful and unlike the description I gave. Yay conformist hipsters!

When you're only familiar with half their career, that's the impression one would get.

It all depends on the balance. The Experience and even ZZ Top worked together in a tightly locked frisson, while Cream just seemed to foretell the 'musicians trying to outloud each other' form of rock group, and Sleater Kinney and Pussy Riot could just have been people throwing their instruments against the wall while…

Good. Now let's nail John Lennon's name for his YEARS of abuse to Cynthia. If Chris Brown is Evil Incarnate for five minutes, hold shit, Lennon is the absolute worst. Right, right?  Oh, wait, he IMAGINED not hitting Cynthia. Gets a pass.

It's apparently enough for the abused to return to a happy relationship with the abuser until hounded out of said relationship by the ever-vigilant white media.

Old and black definitely rates higher on the AV then young and black (with a five-minute history of domestic abuse).