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Yup, sorry. That was a poor choice of words for a discussion on an eminently subjective topic. Blame it on my poor English, but I hope there is still some ground left for debating.

Great insight. Feminism killed the "stong-woman" archetype because it is much more a male-domination fantasy, with a perverse reversal of the power roles, rather than a female aspirational construct.

So would I, for that matter. Yet, you've got to admit most of the jokes are silly, verging on simplistic, the characters lack internal consistency and the plot is pretty much non-sensical.
I'll give you that it has some great moments, like the scene you highlight or the ending; but it's still very much flawed as a…

I can see how this movie was groundbreaking in its day, but I'm afraid is dated to the point of being unwatchable.

Although they just lost a bass player after their second album ("Leave home"), they so radically changed their direction afterwards, I think they should've changed the band's name. I mean, at least to keep the fans of their Wipers-and-Spacemen-3-aping days at bay.

Zack Snyder's sacrificial spirit involves half-naked men, slo-mo-to-fast-mo galore and racism, no?

Oh, yes, but the world was a better place when they used to hang out together, right?

I like the movie a lot, but I would not be offended if someone described it as a French-intellectual's version of "Fifty first dates".
Now, seriously, whether you enjoy this type of movies or not, it is impossible to overlook how well crafted it is. You can pull-out a solid formal experiment in cinema through sheer…

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Well, there's nothing objectively wrong with "20 feet from stardom". The thing is that it's a sub-standard, made-for-TV-like documentary. It touches upon too many stories without developing any of it beyond a mere outline, and relies on hyping-up how…

Amen to that. I've never laughed harder than when an acquaintance told me I couldn't miss this documentary about a mexican songwriter who was better than Bob Dylan; not privy to the fact I'm a huge Dylan fan and quite familiar to Rodriguez since at least the mid 2000s. And he is no Dylan, by a mile.

Precisely. Someone mentioned "20 feet from stardom" above; that movie is terrible, but I'm pretty sure you can make a great Claudia Lennear documentary.

Of course, but there is the cheap play-it-for-the-audience's-emotional-reaction way to do that (see "Searching for Sugar Man") and the actually-keeping-with-the-spirit-of-the-subject-despite-the-manipulation alternative (see Herzog's "Gesualdo")

Am I the only one disappointed with this album? Most songs sound anonymus to me, unremarkably bouncing from the bland "Love this giant" template.
I love Annie and I've heard her current tour is amazing, but having liked "Strange Mercy" so much, this album sure is a letdown.

Free Drugs?

Fair enough. Though I'm not so sure "style" can replace rockism in every context.

Now I understand why you articulated my thoughts so well. I'm also very much a product of a Pavement-Ramones-Shaggs upbringing.

I would if there was a another, short word which meant "rock's celebration of classic rock's signifiers as a tradition and historical narrative".

Wasn't that Jon Landau (at least until he was finally put on Springsteen's pay-roll)?

I couldn't have put it in better words.