I saw Ms. Forlani in a pretty forgettable thing on TV called, I think, "Boy Meets Girl" and I seriously think she did a good job with some pretty mundane writing and had a good screen presence. Kind of weird how the star-making works…

I loves me the freaky as much as the next obnoxious geek, but David Lynch's movies seem to be exercises in shouting "Look! I went to art school!" in audience's faces.

Lot 49 touches on common Pynchon themes, but in a kind of — by his standards — superficial way. It's a bit like reading about Pynchon's novels, rather than getting the complete mind-bending immersion that the longer ones involve. My personal favorite is Mason & Dixon. The language is only off-putting for the first…

Agreed… Roger O. Thornhill — What does the O stand for? Nothing. — was the first soulless adman I thought of. And I am a soulless adman myself.