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'Twilight Zone'
"replacing canned ham William Shatner with fresh-baked ham John Lithgow" Didn't I make a similar comment last week? Also, there were only two directors and three sequences but the 'Amelia' segment of 'Trilogy of Terror'—"Zuni Fetish Doll"—easily trumps the other two.

I thought about that too sonny, but I wonder if there wouldn't be some sort of double standard—I mean it's not like HE's divorced, right? But if a divorced Betty were to bring her children along, and smile pretty, would that be so bad? Especially if there were also some sort of legal action against Don that could

Roger's daughter's dress at the beginning is light blue (something blue, the color blue) version of something like Jackie's pink and pillbox number—just enough to register the similarities.

'If at the begining of the season someone told you ther'd be a scene of Pete in a turtleneck actually talking to his wife, would you have believed it?"

'Candy Man' is really good. Kasi Lemons is in it, and that's always worth the price of admission, but it's also pretty well shot. When you consider the relative dearth of "Urban" Horror movies (think 'People Under the Stairs', 'Bones', 'Tales from the Hood') —and the comparatively large African American audience for

Wow prowler—what a tweest! And I suppose he could have a torrid affair with Sal, too? I like this idea, but I don't think he needs to be Gay necessarily to want a wife for show—that's a large part of Betty's usefulness for Don, he's never been shy to pimp out her for the happy homemaker image. Why wouldn't Henry want

"stopped being about advertising"

But I just got side-tracked—one thing I meant to say, was that the closing song has never been more succinct at tying together the personal and the public themes of what had happened:

I'll admit that, even though after last week's Halloween episode I was pretty sure the assassination would take place this week, I was so involved with Pete and Harry's conversation that I didn't notice until the encore presentation that the bulletin came on in the background—I thought Duck was our first witness. So I

I don't think the Campbell's are Democrats per say—I think Pete identified with Kennedy as voice of the younger generation, his generation. He complains about Johnson, because, like a lot of people at the time, he sees LBJ as a political Texan animal and not as a young dynamic visionary—of course time will reveal how

~From the Desk of David Cronenberg~

wallflower—I vaguely remember 'Special Bulletin', but those lines "Is anybody out there? Anybody at all?" echo very closely Orson Welles' radio broadcast of 'War of the Worlds' and the lines phrased negatively (something like) "Isn't there anyone out there at all? Isn't there anyone?" Which is interesting, because

Well I can't have a dog—and probably wouldn't get one if I could (more of a cat person), but my solution is to simply not live my life in fear. If somebody wants what I have enough to kill me, they're welcome to it. This is not false bravado—I'd fight for it, of course—but when I (inevitably) lost, I'd be okay with

Anthony Hopkins is Odin!
I knew it! My friends are always saying, you know, "Anthony Hopkins is Poseidon" or "Anthony Hopkins is Shiva the Destroyer" or even "Anthony Hopkins is Quetzalcoatl" but I totally called it—I knew he was Odin all along.

I've seen 'Funny Games'—but to me, the thing that makes that work is the veneer of politeness that the two invaders use (more than any golf iron) to disarm and otherwise put their hosts off-balance. Even when you can tell that they know these guys aren't quite right, they dare not offend them by turning them away

"stupid, fucking "evangelical tool"

Tristiac—I did at length on another thread—something about 'The Descent' and 'Jacob's Ladder' that begins with the words, "Coupla things". You could look for it, or you look through the comments on my profile page. I'm not trying to be curt, I just don't want to repeat myself.

Remind me to fire my proofreader. She's a widowed mother of infant twins with no savings to speak of, but she should be able to get a another job quick, right? As long as she never mentions that time she failed to catch my mispelling of a well-known author's last name—Ironically I hired her after she correctly pointed

I live in a ground floor apartment. In the summer, to save on climate control, I often sleep on the couch in the living room with the sliding glass door open and the screen door and the vertical blinds closed. This door opens on a closed in sun room type space which would be the balcony on upper levels, but since it's

My sister brought home '13 Alabama Ghosts' when we lived there—I was too young, but I seem to remember something about a newlywed wife with a ribbon around her neck who makes her husband promise never to take it off her. Then one night when she's asleep he does—and her head rolls away wailing about him breaking his