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    Seriously. It sounds like something made up.

    Spirited Away, second only to Totoro!

    Agreed, a lot of poo out there.

    Those are some realistic-looking fake guns. Bet the kids had fun, but I don't like it. It's hard to see this as an apt tribute to MCA.

    Actually, more like Hofstadter's strange loops. "… there is no well defined highest or lowest level; moving through the levels, one eventually returns to the starting point, i.e., the original level."

    Thank you for being that guy. This review does seem a little off.

    Yes, and it partly centered on "Sargeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club", it being "20 years ago today" in 1987.

    Okay, I probably shouldn't be generalizing from the few articles I read a couple of years back — perhaps it is different now.

    AVClub does what it does well, without toxic irony. It doesn't pretend to do bravery in war zones. That's not its role. No one says it has to, to be excellent.
    Vice continually undermines whatever it might be reporting through its "ironically whatevs irreverence about the shit it discovers". Why would you take such

    In spite of its pop culture focus, the AVClub has high journalistic standards. An opinion from an AVClub writer carries weight. Vice is sensation and little else.

    And Michael Landon as his stern father figure.

    The first paragraph kicked a welter of queasy, confused memories into motion. The 70s. You kind of had to be there.

    First, not a complete fucking stranger, since I might know something about his thoughts and actions, such as through his art or through interviews or stories I have read or heard. But that's not the point, I don't think.

    They be starin' at the radio

    Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee…

    Wow, some of these are pretty good. "Alone but moving": nice way to ease into the week.

    If it were me, I would never have left Bombadil and Goldberry's house.

    I never met Adam Yauch, except through his music, but I admired his commitment to the spiritual, in spite of fame and fortune, and everything that goes with those. I suspect that wasn't always easy.
     
    I am grateful for his role in "Paul's Boutique" in particular — the art therein still reverberates. Condolences to his

    Burger Chef (Chicagoland in the '70s)
    Viva Jeff.

    And Daniele Luppi. And yes it was (is) great…