Richard Burton supposedly made Where Eagles Dare for his kids. Now that's a kickass gift!
Richard Burton supposedly made Where Eagles Dare for his kids. Now that's a kickass gift!
I prefer infectiously catchy madrigals with a dance beat.
I recommend a jumpsuit full of cosmoline to preserve you the longest.
Raimi's first two remain the gold standard as far as I'm concerned, and something evoking the cartoons' '60s jazz sound like that Volume track is one of the few things that might have made them better.
Les yeux sans visage?
Better yet, do that for all your belongings and don't even bother with the appraisals.
I can't claim to be Canadian, but we share a cross-border bond. Also: Given your tastes in childhood animation, I thought you might appreciate this page on the old WFMU blog on the stock music used in the Spider-Man cartoons and the Canadian artists who contributed to them. There's a further link to a podcast on the…
Better yet, throw in Eugene Mirman as BEEFSQUATCH!
But the present day is both gritty and futuristic!
I'll be fine. But then, I am the kind of guy who rubbernecks accident scenes…
While that recycling was pretty egregious, 7-year old me thought that the cape-wearing, organ-playing, Igor-assisted insectoid guy, Manta, was the most awesome villain ever, and there'd surely be a potential summer blockbuster here if more than the two of us and a bunch of Canadians in their 40s and 50s remembered the…
I picked up a couple of cans of Taylor California chablis on a flight over 25 years ago, saving them for an occasion that just seems to call out for a canned wine.
But Andre the Giant wasn't lots of big guys. He was the big guy!
I've been more baffled by the logic of people who seem to feel compelled to insure stuff for that appraised value when it's been lying around their house neglected for years. If you'd like the cash, then sell it. If it's of deep sentimental value and irreplaceable, then what do you care about the "appraised value"…
That's really sad. An Andre the Giant biopic should either succeed big, or fail big. It should never be mediocre.
Not too far off the mark, though he physically bore more resemblance to Groucho Marx than Karl Kolchak. He did wangle himself press credentials, and went to a lot of press conferences and media events. He might even have gotten some articles picked up for publication by local papers, though the school paper resisted…
Given their inventing record, the looping water slide could easily have included space-time distortion among its other hazards.
A high school friend of mine, circa 1980-81, was on the school paper and styled himself an investigative reporter. He actually looked into the Action Park stories early in its history, and found that, in addition to its various forms of negligence, the number of lawsuits it faced were likely elevated by a "settle…
Which is why I'm glad the AV Club addressed it. When we shrug and accept such things, we take another step down the road to quotation marks being used for emphasis, and calling ourselves "literally dog tired" at the end of the day.
He only gets exorcised later, when discussing the case with friends