"the"?

There are gullible, vain idiots who are not religious, but anyone who watches this or anything of its ilk really show the depths to which a human being can eat shit and pretend its ice cream because they like the label on the carton.

A wonderful album, and still my favorite TM's song by far.  I saw them live shortly after their first, also very fine, album.  Rather good!

Actually, I was telling my sons about "Chariots of Fire" just a week ago - we were watching SCTV on DVD and they were laughing hilariously but didn't understand what exactly Bobby Bittman's "Chariots of Eggs" was parodying.  Or who exactly Hall & Oates (who come across as both nice and funny guys, BTW) were.

One of those films flawed, deeply, and yet more wonderful for being flawed.  "Night of the Hunter" is the only better example of such a thing.

Talk about the curse of fame and wealth!
Save for true suffering - starvation or war or illness - the worst curse anyone could offer almost any human being would be that they become very, very rich AND very, very famous.

Timerider is a perfectly entertaining movie, by the way.  I saw it (endlessly) on early HBO.

I also greatly liked and continue to like Remo Williams. A comedy that is a comedy, instead of a comedy pretending to be a thrilling action movie.

As others have pointed out, this film is likely just a half-step from being a timeless, moving classic like "Tristana"!!!  And Bobby Murcer* was a half-step from being Mickey Mantle!

Not accepted.  Please go to "Republican" Jesus for forgiveness, MS - he'll forgive ANYTHING, if you tithe!

Oh, most everybody is complaining, save for the occasional "I'm mommy today!" defenders, who are always welcome to fuck the fuck off.

Sorry, but this is a B+?

The "Republican" Party is made up of people who either pray daily that they can become Antony Fremont, rail angrily that they aren't Anthony Fremont or really believe they ARE Anthony Fremont.

No, "he" can die, but we'll have to hypo the the body that contains the evil conscious essence appearing now as "Dick Cheney," dump it into the Transporter and beam it into empty space at the widest possible dispersal.

"He's evil, but he'll die. So I like it."

Really, though, I don't really have the time to bother "hating" non-entities like Phish, or Britney Spears, etc.  As a wise woman advised in insulting the Belgians, "Let's not call them anything at all.  Let's just ignore them!"

Sorry, who are they?  And why have they spelled the name of their band "Ph" instead of "F"?

Points at Iran: Ha-ha!

So, this is the film that was intended as the lead-in for Mitt rMoney's nomination at the "Republican" Convention, but passed over at the last minute for Clint Eastwood's avant-garde piece "Talking to Myself and the Invisible President in the Chair."

The Man Who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain and Died Hard