Nobody tell this guy/gal about Mrs. Krabapple/Bob Newhart's receptionist.

Yeah, it's good. I just found his prose style to be a little dull. But the information's all really interesting.

Another childhood mystery solved. Thanks. Wow…"Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of War of the Worlds." If that doesn't sound like a sketch from Mr. Show…

Speaking of faulty memories…wasn't there some sort of remake of this in the 70s? I swear I remember lying in bed listening to it. It was (here's where you think I'm crazy) a musical version, I think. Which presumably means they weren't going for panic-inducing realism. A song at the end went something like, "We'll…

If it makes you feel better, it's probably more likely that your relatives are pinning their story to the larger myth and embellishing wildly for the fun of it.

It's been pretty thoroughly debunked elsewhere. I recommend Getting It Wrong, by Joseph Campbell (not that one). It's a pretty sober, sometimes too sober for its own good, book about various media myths. This one, the idea that LBJ decided the war was lost when Cronkite waxed pessimistic, that Woodward and Berstein…

There's a sentence you don't hear every day.

*puts back against wall, slides slowly toward door*

Possibly. But will that really have anything to do with Cuaron? Do people (ie, a lot of people, ie, a broad mainstream audience) tune in to a show because it's tied to the director of an Oscar-winning movie?

We do. But it's Jm J, not Sandra.

I believe this question was the original, rejected tagline for Alien.

I will henceforth use these words when meeting someone who says they're from Ohio: "It's easier to be an asshole in a group of assholes.  Any chance you live in Cleveland?"

There’s a certain amount of privileged whininess to be endured here (by design)
—The AV Club

Great movie. And I have to say, I really like the remake, The Good Thief. Neil Jordan movie with Nick Nolte.

So what's wrong with The Player? Been a long time, I remember liking it. Does it not hold up, or just never liked it?

"Come for Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan naked, stay for the proto-feminist time capsule."
Well done. But it'll have to be really good to get me to stay.

Nah, there's plenty of overrated musicians out there.

I watched it only once, and I still distinctly remember the theme song and the watery fight finale. I didn't remember the leaky roof per se, but I remember being fascinated by the dynamic visuals (a lot in slo-mo, right?).

It's all Elizabethan English to me.

And don't forget to pick your seat.