After awhile, repeating things cease to be coincidences.

Nah, they do. You can often tell when they seem to struggle to find anything interesting to sell, or when they're just giving up and giving you the whole movie. If the trailer has a prominent joke that isn't funny, a clever reveal that's kinda stupid or an action scene that looks fake, chances are it's gonna suck.…

Stage magicians are like ventriloquists, boxers, horse racing, borscht-belt comedians or growing up in the 60s - the world has moved on. People. Just. Don't. Care. Stop. Please stop.

Yeah, it does sound irredeemable and oddly, pretty boring. But it had a good beat and people were dancing?

Yeah, some day they'll figure out how to do variety shows or anthologies again. Or, maybe, maybe (please), the world will finally move on for multi-cams like they've passed other dead formats.

He must smell terrible in the mornings.

His role in The Long Goodbye was his finest film moment.

I remember in school my first your you could walk down the Ave and every block or so someone would offer you 'sid or dope, and it was no big deal. No one got in your face or did the hard sell. Then they spent about a month where every few nights 100 cops or so would descend and drove the dealers out - it eventually…

Pull the string!

Oh sure. His movies have plotlines, recognized acts, people at least trying to act, etc., etc. His reach far exceeded his grasp, and he just didn't have the talent to transcend his attempted budgets, but they're actual movies. Well, maybe not Glen Or Glenda. But the other ones are.

A proper Coleman statue needs light aircraft, coffee, and him angrily pointing a gun at something that's betrayed him only in his mind.

I loved his "Hollywood Rat Race" book that was clearly based on bile and resentment, but was presented as if he was really trying to give useful advice to young people. That peppiness mixed with black cynicism is what made Wood such a national treasure.

"Is your sweater fuzzy enough?"
"Hmmm… now that you mention it…"

When people try some "logical" proof of the existence of God, we'd always remark that you can just replace "God" with "Bigfoot" and the proof always works the same. But then I grew up and moved to actual civilization, and found that many people prefer to use "Leprechaun" instead of "Bigfoot" for their religion-baiting…

Near Dark definitely needed a beefy sweaty sax guy.

The issue with Near Dark was how home blood transfusions ("I'll be down in a minute, ma, almost done replacing Uncle Joe's blood") managed to fix the vampire issue with absurd ease.

On the other hand, in terms of band names, it's pretty hard to find one worse than "Tones On Tail". Well, not until the Dr. Dog.

So, uh, how large is he?

And general-population disinterest! I mean, sophisticated stuff is great for those who want TV with some substance, but that's never been where the actual money was, which should be what affects stock price.

I never watched it because I just wanted to punch all those Geeks.