And Georgia's home to the Elephant 6 Collective, Outkast, and Little Richard.

A someone who once actually did bass with Collective Soul, I should be able to come up with something clever to add here. But (again I'm not kidding) like Mr. Tierney, I've had a few concussions and reconstructive surgery since, so brain not work good now. But now band's music sounds better to I.

I bought a pair of Nudie jeans just to wear on stage. They're pretty ordinary looking but I wanted to kind of tip my hat to the tradition.

Agreed. She was captivating.

I stumbled across The Game a couple of years ago on TV and initially thought it was something I'd hate. Weirdly it pulled me in and was very well-made. Not Great Art but in a way it reminded me of Salt. Workmanlike, professional, a good balance of comforting formula and pleasant twists.

I was introduced to this in college in my first film class. After Un Chien Andalou, Weekend, Days of Heavem, etc. I was not really looking forward to what I assumed would be a silly, primitive silent flick…

Dave, via the omniscient powers that made the obelisk and have been steering evolution for aeons, becomes the next major evolutionary leap of humankind. The space baby represents his being the first of this new kind.

Having once been the almost-dead guy in the back of the ambulance, and having seen a very dead guy after a fall, s'not so funny. They need to take a long, hard look at their stunt planning.

teadoust, while I agree in principle…

I saw it when I was 5. That's what happens when Mommy used to perform in a circus and rides a motorcycle. Freaked me out but probably was good for me in terms of being ope to movies being pretty much whatever the makers wanted to do with shadows and sound, rather than just stories.

Oh, I saw Sun Ra and his Arkestra, must have been close to the end of his life, do "Whistle While You Work" for what must have been 30 minutes. I don't care if you're John Coltrane, no one can solo over that progression for that long. Went from weird and whimsical to incredibly annoying.

I clicked the review sort of idly wondering if Brian James from the Damned had a daughter, and instead found the most grudging B review imaginable. It's almost as if Heller couldn't find enough evidence to convict, even though he knew the artist was guilty of aural crimes, so let her off with a suspended sentence.

Idiotking, I'd like to buy you a drink. And not just for your avatar. Despite certain oversimplifications, of which I'm sure you're well aware, you nailed the things that bother me about the current Right. Conservatism can be a legitimate sociopolitical philosophy and one worthy of respect, but Nixon's Southern…

Also my mom was on Bundy's grand jury. No shit. She couldn't talk about it at the time and I was pretty young anyway, plus whole he had of course been arrested he was not yet synonymous with horrible crimes. So yeah in addition to lots of weed, bareback sex, and airbrushed vans, we had a run of pretty heinous serial…

I figure it's worth being old and saggy. When I was in high school the Clash exploded onto the scene, AIDS was something yet to come in a grimmer, darker future, cars were big and loud and badass, and I actually knew an older guy (all of 21) who had a bumper sticker that read — unironically, as this was the age before…

I saw Salt on an airplane last week. It's hard to judge her acting, as it consisted largely of runnin' away from or into 'splosions. It was a well-made Bourne-esque thriller with a large dash of Alias. I had no complaints.

As I recall, there was recently a thread in which intercourse with Israelites was recommended heartily, with a warning of furry butt cracks.

Enkidum is also, however, correct.

More like Futura-obsessed. As a creative director, my opinions flow freely and are based on nothing more than the whims of my titanic ego and hair-trigger temper, but that logo bug is like one of the very first of twenty comps a designer wold dash off then delete.

I went into Speed Racer preparing to hate it, as I dislike CGI porn: the use of flashy visuals to simply stimulate and titillate with no real thought, care, or context. Just endless money shots.