I always saw Larry and Hank as two sides of the same coin (or, really, the same coin, but having taken different paths), and thought that the main reason Larry likes puts up with Hank so much is because he sees so much of himself in there (so, there's Larry's narcissism again).

So, I mentioned the possibility probably a hundred pages or so ago by now, but it looks like this page might be entering the academic world after all.

That kind of relationship can be the most combative, if you're doing it right.

Best Picture winners yet to be seen:

The Rest of The "Best"

So, the actual greatest athlete of the 20th century (as opposed to someone who's just really good at a particular sport, which I think is a key distinction) has to be Jim Thorpe, right?

Whimmy wham wham wozzle!

I think she's funny in small doses, but I have to admit—I just saw Bridesmaids for the first time this weekend (not a fan), and my first reaction to seeing her in the trailer was to sigh heavily and roll my eyes.

Semi-Pro was…well, it wasn't a lot less than most of his movies, just with basketball instead of, say, figure skating.  (And I say this as someone who paid money to see both in theaters.)  Land of the Lost is the one that proves he's indestructible.

I hope so.  If not, reading this on my home computer, work computer, phone, and iPod touch is just wasting my life.

Hear hear. I have nothing in particular to add—I wasn't that fond of these episodes, from what I remember—but by Godfrey, I'll post some kind of banal comment on each of these reviews.

All right, fine:  Heart and Souls was a very good film, and you should all stop whatever you're doing, right now, and go see it.

Pretty much, except minus the charismatic leading man; the guardian angel aspect of the ghosts, who didn't "refuse to leave" as much as "didn't know why they hadn't moved on and accepted their lot in afterlife"; and (I'm guessing) Charles Grodin.

Pictured: Hollywood's idea of a yard sale.

All fear the Dastardly Magic Balloon.

My actual name: …Eight Legged DJ
Optramark: …Budget Nudist

@avclub-04d524031f29c89d78cae864bd6f0de7:disqus Oh, it's a thing now. 

Death Blaze of Glory and In The Death Cards do sound a little Hinchcliffe-ian…

You're both right about You Don't Love Me Anymore—it was an original with a James Taylor flair, but when it came time to make a video for the song, Al wanted it to be (relatively) straightforward, but the label wouldn't make a video unless it was a parody video, so the video became a "More Than Words" parody.

One of the things that got me hooked on these reviews in the first place, and ultimately led me to watch the entire series when it was still on Netflix Instant, was the fact that these reviews are mini research projects—as someone who never read The Late Shift, and remembers very little from the early 90s late night…