wow, that's a spot-on Nic Cage impression, Tom ARNOLD.

as a matter of fact, I took great joy out of Mr. Hyden's article because some of the feeble nitwits that I happen to associate with do indeed love this movie and watch it more than it ought to be watched.
and this movie isn't "shitty because its popular", its shitty because there is nothing good about it, and it is…

he was wooden because he was playing Gary Cooper playing Marshall Will Kane. and Gary Cooper was, legend has it, six-feet-and-9-inches of fragrant cedar.
there just wasn't much depth to Connery's character. "Oh, he's a family man with a do-gooder streak and hairy forearms", blech. and yeah, the henchmen showdowns were…

This movie needs less ethereal otherworldliness…
and more Laserblast arm-cannons.

35K Dollarss?
Fuck me, Guy-in-Bearsuit pay rates have skyrocketed since I left the industry.
I used to do a day's work for half a deer carcass.

sci-fi idiocy
it might be a slight quibble, but when will they start setting drastic scenarios like this one a little further in the future?
in just over twenty years there will be three separate races of humanoids battling it out in a post-apocalyptic wasteland?
i didn't realize nuclear weapons could prompt such…

Jude Law's organ single-glandedly collected Alfie, It will have you know.
Really, it carried him through that movie.
And it left quite the glistening snail trail.

yeah, that's kind of what happens. although i think perhaps the baby just splashed into the river rather than exploding.
but it may have been a flash-bang grenade baby.

viewings of this film have caused many an organ to be dug.

the "baby" is a "metaphor" for the outmoded "view" of a "NUCLEAR FAMILY" and the window is a metaphorical door, y'see, and the outdoors is the Iron Curtain and the man is patriarchal supremacy and the woman is a metaphorical Shelley Duval and my hands are cramped.

must see
is this like an improved, extra-tittified version of Guess Who's Pierrot Le Fou To Dinner? sounds great.

This Bloke,
Mr. Hutchison, seems very amiable and interesting to talk with. Nice interview.
And the band he is in gives me earfuls of grandnesssss.

Now I've begun weeping sincerely.

They are, though, on par with Corpulent Clam.

And I would walk 500 more just to be the bloke who cops a feel on your mother as the lights go down in the opera house.

orangutans do not fight, they only armwrestle.

phew! i'm relieved that it is acceptable that my girlfriend, who is my mother, bought this for me and enjoys it immensely.

*sob*…
i'm not sure i know HOW to like things in any other way anymore…*weeep*
*sob* *squirt*

Plus…
How come Americans don't make music this rad?

They sure beat the hell out of…
Terrified Terrapin.