I'm with you on U2, but the clear answer is "Bullet the Blue Sky" off Rattle and Hum.

I like rock star memoirs in theory, but I don't think I've ever read a legitimately good one. They always whitewash over the good stuff or skip it completely and focus on the dull parts of their lives after they stopped having fun. Any suggestions for a good one?

Ahh . . . tricking people into thinking winning a new car is a dream come true rather than just a burdensome tax bill and a need to quickly unload a vehicle for far less than its value to stay out of bankruptcy. That truly is priceless.

Aren't they saying that it's really just their final Japanese concert?

Even Jerry O'Connell?

And the scene at the dinner table where's eating pieces from his own leg and attempting to be a perfect dinner guest at the same time.

Co-first guest. Apparently the plan is to introduce both talk show guests at once and have both out for the duration of the program.

"Filling out the cast were Andy Dick, Vicki Lewis, Joe Rogan, Khandi
Alexander, and Stephen Root—names that are now meaningful, due in part
to NewsRadio."

"Ah, perfect cane weather."

Are you questioning my constitutional right to make nude phone calls?

Really, no mention of "Coma"? If just for the great Dave as Jimmy one-man dialogue.

See also: the last three years of articles.

It's never done well, and it's made it this long. I can't pretend to understand how things go on over there.

Jay Jay French maybe, drummer no.

They gave consent with full knowledge of the system. I don't call that exploitation.

Sting didn't use Nabokov's first name, so there's no need for anyone else to.

The band Fun is worse than AIDS.

Oh yeah, I doubt they could attract two hundred people for a club show in most American markets, much less headline a festival.

All characters will be voiced by Charles Barkley however.

If it's not ninety-five minutes of incoherent yelling, it's not an Al Pacino movie.