During their heyday, a friend made me sit down and listen to a couple of their "great as hell" albums after he heard me say they did nothing for me and we did some bong hits (which raises my appreciation of almost every form of music). Don't miss that time-wasting prick at all. He was a waste of good stash.

I'm not going to see it because I loathe remakes, but mostly because whoever they get to play Rick Moranis's role is going to be a complete and total letdown who would set me off after the Greenlighters of this. You do not replace Rick Moranis. With anybody.

I think an AV Club article could be written that would weigh whether the loss of Elle Driver's first eye had greater dramatic impact if it had been shot out with a BB. Tarantino may have missed a good plot device there. Would have added a great new subtext and motivation to her character.

Frank could give horse head? No wonder Ava Gardner had such a wacky relationship with him.

Wrong…if they snort it, they fly off the handle. Easy mistake to make, but gorillas aren't inherently aerodynamic (in any positive, flight-worthy sense, that is).

Probably a good case could be made he was famous before that…he just always looked like he was in his late 50s.

Not funny.

You better think twice.

And the Babe proved himself a pretty damn good actor…for an athlete, anyway. Nothing artificial about his performance at all. Good film, but an irreplaceable historical piece.

May Shai-Halud come to your bedroom tonight and teach you not to fuck with the Maker.

I think Dan Savage did a column on this.

Damn. There's that "wanta bang both mom and daughter" fantasy again. Thought the chemical lobotomy took care of that.

Jim Varney was a very talented actor who at a low ebb in his career created a character that overshadowed everything else he ever did. He kept doing Ernest because that's all people—especially in the Biz—wanted to see him do…but when he got the rare opportunity to do something other than that? He was damn good. …

Are you calling my rat maladjusted in some way? He loves Folgers, dammit! Can't you people see that?

I have always thought that the end scene in North by Northwest was just a slap at the censors who still controlled the movie industry, a joke that they couldn't cut because—after all—they were traveling on a train and it ended the film. I laughed at it the first time I saw it and probably have every other time I've…

May we all suggest you marry a possessed man with an axe so we have empirical evidence of your statement? I'm sure we'll all take your word for what happens. And the reason she's so skinny is that by about take 110 of the scene she had lost forty pounds.

One would have to go a very, very, VERY long way to top that ego-masturbation of Mailer's. As bad as Shining II was, it had a general coherency. TGDD was abominable, and by that I mean "it sucks so bad that it's not worth wasting a precious hour-and-change of your short life to see how bad it is."

What kind of lamp? Is there video? My…uh…girlfriend wants to know. She works for a…lamp repair shop.

Give Tony credit, though. At least he has the smarts not to visit the Jewish Grandfathers in Florida who used to be accountants for the Mob and know who whacked Sonny "The Lips" Braggadocia. Those guys cheat at Bingo.

All I'm sure of is that if they get Harrison Ford to play in a future version 40 years from now, he'll definitely be Han Slo-mo.