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Gabriel Ratchet
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The role I remember her for was as the title character's daughter in John Sayles' short-lived tv series Shannon's Deal, a show I wish someone would put out on dvd or something.

What a curious body of work Hanna-Barbera left behind them:  as this article illustrates, they spent their entire careers finding various formulae and slowly beating them to death through any number of increasingly derivative copycat iterations. Combinded with their intentionally crude and cheap "technique" — which

I was thinking that very same thing the other day.  I was watching Nicolas Roeg's Don't Look Now, which is for most of its running time an understated mood piece until [Vagely-Described Spoiler Ahead] the end when it erupts into a violent scene that seems all the more garish and weird contrasted to the rest of the

Must be genetic:  her mother went from willowy to skeletal as she got older.

Yeah, as I mentioned last season, the show comes off sort of as a version of The Terminator told from the Terminator's point of view, which last season in particular gave it a weirdly problematic tone since it sometimes seemed as though it was telling a joke that its own producers didn't appear to be in on, given the

Jesus, that guy will do literally anything to avoid making another movie, won't he?

I liked his cheerful "I'm bleeding out!" to the bartender at the end.

Schmidt's behavior was the main reason I couldn't quite get behind this episode:  the whole "sabotage the wedding scheme", while perfectly in character (particularly the way he was able to drag Winston, then Nick, into it almost against their will) still just seemed like a complete dick move, and made him come off as

I like to think of her as the Jess from an alternate-universe New Girl, where it was a show about a twee emo girl moping about the boyfriend who dumped her, like a lot of people (myself included) thought this show was going to be when they first heard about it, rather than the sharp ensemble comedy it actually turned

I just love that scene, which may be one of my favorite of all time.  As a personal aside, when I was in college, we brought Michael Powell up to speak as part of our film society screening program and he brought this film to show in conjunction with it.  As it turned out, John Sweet was either living or visiting

Great delivery from The Thrilling Adventure Hour's own Sparks Nevada, Marc Evan Jackson there.

I'd've included Richard Thompson's "Read About Love", an excellent disastrous first time song.

I thought the season got off to a shaky start (the Amazon prison episode, to pick a low point, was especially dire), some of which might have been the result of coming off a meandering and overlong second season that while still fun, managed to sap a lot of the narrative momentum it had built up over previously, but

His last film, The Ward wasn't terrible, though it was decidedly a disappointment.  I noticed on that he neither shot it in his usual Panavision widescreen, nor did he compose the score, which kinda gave the impression that he didn't care much about it.

I also read the Foster novelization years before ever seeing the movie itself and you're right, it's more the movie he — and Carpenter and O'Bannon, for that matter — had in their heads than what eventually ended up on the screen.  Seeing the actual movie, where the astronauts' space suits were made out of styrofoam

"People in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner."

I always thought Benz in Buffy/Angel presented an interesting case:  when Darla was first introduced, the character as written was little more than a stereotypical vamp (in both senses of the word), but she nonetheless stood out from the rest of The Master's henchpeople and came across as a fairly lively screen

Heck, that was me two months ago when they cancelled Apartment 23 …

Yes.  Lao isn't overtly malevolent like Cooger & Dark, nor does he seem to have a specific agenda.  He's not deliberately trying to corrupt people's souls, and while at some times he seems to be giving his victims their just desserts, at others he just seems to be screwing with them for the hell of it.

It's not a bad film, but in some ways it's like the movie version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the first one, at least — I've never seen the Burton version), in that it's a much softened and kid-friendly take on some fairly dark material (even more so in this case, as Finney's novel isn't really meant for