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Roddy's okay in general (at least regarding the movie), but that line (which was half the reason I finally got around to watching They Live in the first place) was so disappointing and affectless (though I expect that was half the point, come on). It's hard not to wonder what Kurt (or some other charismatic

"For the very real suffering they have endured, I dedicate this book to the countless millions of courageous victims who have witnessed the feature film version of Lost in Space. You will heal."

This is the greatest and weirdest nym/comment "synergy" I've seen in some time.

That's really good to read; many thanks.

Whose main pastime was caning others with whichever switch happened to be handy.

From your lips, etc., but I've seen a fair number of my fellow Gen-Xers go off on anti-millennial tirades (thankfully mostly online), which is doubly (and I guess fittingly) ironic given the shit we got in the 90s from Boomers and older. It sucks to hear this crap from the latter but I expect that from them (and it's

I meant the covers; sorry (I liked the story okay, but I kinda wished Cloonan had done all the art; maybe I'd have stuck with the story better).

Vintage Violence is definitely a sleeper favorite.

Thanks for that; it's definitely better.

When recommending Dunkirk to a co-worker, I definitely mentioned the preferability of seeing it in a theater. I expect I'd like it on video/streaming, but there was something about its fussiness and detail in an expansive theater environment.

"The man and the hour have met."

Yeah. If you don't write a book about all this… well, [insert personal threat to avoid Disqus shenanigans]. Seriously, every post of yours along these lines feels like "man and hour" stuff.

That's what I should see this week (not least as I live barely an hour away, at least in driving terms); thanks for the reminder.

Dunkirk: “Fionn Whitehead? Tom Courtenay called; he needs his DNA back” (with apologies to David Spade, a first for personal sentences). I thought it was fantastic. I aggressively care little for Batman and so Nolan's misdeeds or no when it comes to multimillionaire vigilantism hold little interest, as do (for now)

"Leave Robert Denby al—oh, wait."

"Had enough "kicks," baby?"

Good luck; I'll say what I said in Savage Love this weekend: "I might regret doing this. I know I'll regret not doing it." Be careful, protect yourself, but try and do what you want.

I got this DVD tour of the Met out of the library to watch one (deeply bored and rainy) afternoon, and was just settling in to enjoy myself when he showed up at the opening gala and gave a brief interview (I think it was a copy of a VHS release from the late 90s). I managed to enjoy the rest of it (one of my goals is

But seriously, Leslie Hung's sketches in the back alone are amazing.

It's been a wild ride this week, as mentioned earlier. The lady I mentioned last week—the one from my LCS's Drink and Draw who liked my profile—ghosted me after two messages and the disappointment was the last straw (there were many other contributing factors) in an alarming personal crisis last weekend; I hadn't felt