How about vampire mermaids?  Would that be more in tune (I resisted) with the times?

This is one of those perfect examples of the second movie as a craptastic sequel, so bad that even Brian Dennehy couldn't save it.

When you get to 1988, I expect to see Return to Snowy River.

I paid real money to see this thing in a theatre, and my one lasting impression was that John Travolta couldn't dance to save his life.  No way in the real world he'd ever get hired for a Broadway show that didn't involve springtime and Hitler.

Ah, Ian Carmichael.  A long career that never went as far as it should have.

Giles Wemmbley-Hogg, 2 ms, 2 gs.

Sledge Hammer did a lovely Hitchcock homage in one episode, including train stuff.

I gave up when "Dwan" said, "Remember me?  I was your date last night." to the imprisoned Kong.
I believe my exact words were, "Start the car.  We're going home."
Not sure.  Drive-in, that far back.

I'll watch almost anything with Rupert Penry-Jones, but I think I like him best in White Chapel.

I used to know someone who did that, brought in the water hose and turned it on.  Wood floors and all.
Then and now, I just didn't know what to say.

You don't have to be sober to C&P.  I ought to know.

Libel, I think.

Only if you think that Elizabethan playwrights were writing biographies.

I've never heard of Gregory, and though I don't read romance novels, this was one of the romance authors I'd heard of.  No name springs to mind, however.  It was back when I was routinely buying boxes of books at auction and selling them online—I got some great stuff but also mostly crapola.

Medrawt's post (and I know this is odd) is the anti-Tarkovsky's Former A.D. kind of post.
It's long but it's well readable and it makes good sense.
Maybe this is what Tark's FAD could do when he sobers up.

Not to mention that as soon as you consciously realize that the author is making something up, it stops you dead and makes you start to doubt even what's documented.

Please tell me more about mopping the ocean floor.  My mind is boggled.

And there's no such thing as a "non-fiction novel," and I don't give a shit who disagrees.  A novel is fiction, by definition, goddammit.

A Hollywood movie made by people who miss the point of the source material?  How often does that happen?

I was shocked—really shocked, not like Casa Blanca shocked—the first time I saw a master's thesis with what you might call authorial intrusion.  I still think it's unnecessary padding.
"I will attempt to prove," indeed.  Get to the meat, laddie—no one thinks you're channeling Shakespeare.