Watched Elmer Bernstein conducting the L.S.O. some years back. One of the pieces he conducted in the second part was a blistering rendition of the Taxi Driver theme, with just the best saxophone solo ever. It was like being transported to a hot night in seventies New York.

I'm too old for this shit.
Mention Bob Howard, U.K. Le Guin, Sprague De Camp or Tolkien and we can chat.

I saw LMS when I was in my 30s, and enjoyed it well enough. Let's not forget that it was directed by Walter Hill. It wasn't Fistful of Dollars, never mind Yojimbo, but it was a pleasant enough way to spend a couple of hours. I drank a very sound bottle of Shiraz at the same time, though, which may have enhanced my…

"Buddy" might in fact be a legitimate translation, if one were going for a more informal approach to Elvish. It seems to have pretty ancient antecedents in English, possibly back to the 15th century, a fact of which John Ronald would have approved.

Well, he's not Albert Finney, and there's no one there of the caliber of Richard Widmark, Lauren Bacall or Sean Connery, so I'm dubious.

Here in my car, the Numan shirt is still cool…

The Romans had a vinegar soaked sponge on a stick, which was also communal.
I'd always assumed that the shells were like remotes to control some kind of bidet gizmo and a hot air blower.

Z (pronounced “Zed”)

Bennett looks like someone who wandered in from a Freddie Mercury lookalike contest who got cast because the director was stoned. He is one of the least convincing ruthless villains ever. That string vest, barely covering the pot belly, the sad, tallowy arms, the stupid little mustache, the bad teeth. He's hateful,…

Since I had only vaguely heard of Beyonce, and wasn't sure if the name referred to an individual or a group, my responses probably wouldn't count.

He has a face cartoonists can love. Tiny eyes, nose and a mouth with little rat teeth, big ears and a giant square forehead. I hope he runs for office somewhere.

Your colon has shit for brains. They all do, which is why they do not make good organs of cognition.
As a disinterested foreign observer of your election circus, it seems worth noting that Trump seems to have his colon located at the top of his vertebral column, surmounted by a jaunty tuft of some orange stuff.

Sounds like a part of the steroid user combo plate: bitch tits, shrunken testicles, swollen bellies, back acne and micro fractures in their ulna and radius.

You need to separate the art from the person. For example, Caravaggio seems to have been a violent, murderous asshole, whose sins were" all mortal", but he left an astonishing legacy of work. I know Clint isn't in that league, exactly, but he has done some good, entertaining work. Good work can come from assholes and…

Stories like this make me miss the Tolerability Index.

If it doesn't, I'm ankling out of here.

He looks more like a very patriotic, or deeply ironic, Mullah to me.

God's Got Talent.

It was also evidently influenced by Cooke's love of Richard Stark's brand of hard-boiled noir; something he later explored in solid adaptations of several of Stark's "Parker" novels.

…okay.