I am working my way through the classics of English literature on the can. Just finished Brideshead Revisited, next up: Wuthering Heights!

You remember rightly, Lovecraft - here they are in 1965's "The Chase":

Do you mean like the sweeping, panoramic sunset shot with a Williams-esque score from Episode IV?

George H. W. Bush.

The Razor speaks truth. I fail to see what was wrong with the Renaissance as a setting for Renaissance plays. The Onion had it right, methinks:

I was completely turned away from Syncdoche, NY by its trailer. I sat there in the theatre going, "Does anyone ever answer a question with a statement in this movie, instead of another question?"

Thank you.

When I finally caved and went to see it, I realised I had seen it before. When it was called Dances with Wolves.

And on another motoring note, the entirety of "C'etait un rendezvous" brings a song to my heart every time I watch it.

I love the contrast between that scene and the chase from "Bullitt", made just two years before. One is Steve McQueen in a green Mustang, chasing a bad guy through wide streets on a sunny day. The other is Gene Hackman in an anonymous Yank tank, pursuing a man in complete control of the situation until the end, on a…

No more Mr. Passive Resistance. He's out to kick some butt!

Thomas Jefferson. Philosopher. Inventor. President… and keeper of one saucy diary! The declaration of in my pants, tonight on Sick, Sad World!

But he didn't say it out loud. He typed it into a small box on his computer screen.

Are they doing the part where Nina turns into a cat and sings in a club for other cats?

BE.

I.

Ahem.

Does the Talking Heads cover of "Take Me to the River" count?

Are they the Goon Squad and they're coming to town, beep beep?

Maybe they didn't actually want to shit their pants.