The sequel
will revolve around Elba's desperate attempts to get a new Spam blocker.

Elba pretty much has one note to play the entire film: "Damn, I wish that crazy woman would stop stalking me". The role of a lifetime it's not.

Boomdizzle?
More like Boomfizzle! Am I right people?

there were something like ten writers credited. It's sad that professional writers/performers can't be trusted to write "Joan Rivers looks freaky" one-liners themselves.

I don't think so.

yeah, I was bummed to hear that he'd gotten divorced. It's probably for the best but those things are brutal for everyone, especially when kids are involved.

yeah, I think the 4th major criteria for Cage at this point in his career was "Can I do Elvis?"

At the video store where me and Keith used to work I'd give out free rentals on my account to everyone I knew. I was deeply, deeply ashamed that a friend of a friend kept his fucking copy of IF LUCY FELL so I had to pay something like thirty bucks for that piece of shit.

I'm generally not a fan of over-the-top vitriol but in this case it is eminently warranted.

An hour and forty minutes and it originally ran six pages longer. Those six pages will appear in the MYOF book. He had a lot to say about Skidoo, including the part where he leads Jackie Gleason through an acid trip.

I've actually got six pages of great Pendleton-on-Skidoo stuff I'm saving for the MYOF book. It was his first movie, which lent an additional element of weirdness to an already surreal experience.

me make typo. Typo fix soon. Magical computer sometime take time to post fixes.

You know what was an awesome horror-based game? Ghosts N' Goblins. That ruled.

It's definitely a cult movie (one I enjoy a lot and not just due to my abiding affection for "Weird Al". Then again so is "Color of Night" so I was kinda cheating.

I once spent an evening playing the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles video game with Black Muslims on the Southside of Chicago. It was a world of fun. That was a pretty great game.

True story: I shaved my head during a Summer in college when I worked at Goodwill and a cute co-worker I had a crush on told me I looked like Vincent D'Onofrio in "Full Metal Jacket". I tried not to look insulted/devastated and failed pretty miserably.

yeah, I've really only explored the tip of the iceberg of its craziness. There are multiple chapters about drug dealers who want George Jones dead force-feeding him cocaine and menacing his family.

yeah, when I'm depressed I alternate between wanting to listen to happy music that'll cheer me up and achingly sad music that will share my pain.

thanks.

the resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?