. . . I dunno. Some Straub-Huillet, I guess. Or pretty much anything by Harun Farocki. Works, anyway, which boast their erudition, and advance some historical, political or socio-cultural argument.

We disagree (these are some of the least intellectual movies I can recall seeing)—but we're friends, yes, and that's the important thing.

This word 'instigating' . . . I do not think it means what you think it means.

If he likes Christina Hendricks so much, maybe he could give her more than a single scene per film?

That might be the only time anyone's ever said, 'Charlotte, NC is definitely the place to be.'

I love the fact that, after derailing this supposed institution, earning the wrath of Carson, and generating an hysteria in his fans comparable to Khomeini's funeral, Morrissey came out and proceeded to drone through two of the most limp, bloodless songs in his solo repertoire.

"a straitjacket of cruelty that disintegrates before developing" —The A.V. Club.

Between this—easily my favourite Antonioni—and Zurlini's equally-great 'Violent Summer', we should perhaps pause a moment to reflect upon the extraordinary screen presence of Eleonora Rossi Drago. Or, as I sometime call her, the human Monica Vitti.

'Eastern Boys' is one killer set-piece—the I-can't-believe-I'm-watching-my-house-get-robbed sequence at the beginning—and a whole lot of nothing thereafter. This isn't as good as 'Anomalisa', I grant you, but it's better than a C+. Shit, the presence of Castro alone makes this a solid B.

There's plenty of clubs in Berlin for the beautiful people; Berghain is . . . something else altogether.

Youth theatre …

SPEAK ABOUT DYSFUNCTION.

I mean, if that's the direction you want to go, why not just hire G. E. Smith and be done with it?

As an Australian and a new-ish US resident, still amused/baffled by the seriousness with which Americans take their late-night talk shows, I barely watch Colbert any more. But from the little I have seen, I think has rather a bigger problem that his social media failings: namely, his house band—so bland, so…

He was missing half his fucking face for about five years! It's not like death swooped down out of nowhere and grabbed him.

Yeah, he's terrific. And as 'Foxcatcher' proved, a gifted dramatic actor as well.

'Lolita Nation' is great (not least, for that title), but I maintain that 'The Big Shot Chronicles' is their real masterpiece—one of the most perfect guitar-pop albums ever made.

Something of a masterpiece, indeed.

Still my favourite sketch from this show: "'Bout time to turn in . . . First I figure I'll talk a walk, get a whiff of fresh air—and sucker-punch a queer."

'Lawson makes a pathetic last-ditch attempt to tie it to some of the other tales . . .'