Sort of, barely. It's simplified, puerile sci-fi for people who don't like sci-fi (or hold it in cultural contempt) and are therefore surprised and delighted to find an actual idea inside a sci-fi premise.

Yes, of course. So? It's still a tiny percentage of my commentary, and I stand by it. You're treating it like it's some kind of shameful, hidden categorical dis-qualification like I was in the Klan or something.

Oh, get over the Eastwood thing. It's just one small imbroglio amid years' worth of, I think, a pretty solid body of commentary. Following me around dismissing everything I'm saying over that one incident is just silly.

But it has no plot, no story, no ideas, is badly shot (the guy can't calibrate for low light and misses all his exposures, and the compositions are dull); uses the awful Tartovsky technique of "I will make sci-fi using just the 'kind of futuristic' stuff I see directly around be because doesn't present-day Tokyo kind…

Under the Skin was one of the worst movies ever made. It was unwatchably bad. The only people defending it are pervos who need a highbrow excuse to go nuts over seeing her naked.

Whenever I eat that stuff, I always think, "This is the least healthy thing you can possibly eat while still technically eating Chinese food."

I want to know who wrote the melodies for "Tonight," "Maria" and "There's a Place For Us."

You're drawing the right distinction but you're not drawing it broadly enough. The two things just aren't comparable according to any metric at all.

I remember I first learned of that British idiosyncrasy when Ben Kingsley had his cameo (as himself) on The Sopranos — Christopher called him "Mr. Kingsley" or "Kingsley" and Kingsley said, "It's 'Sir Ben,' actually." (And I was like, "Really? Huh!")

At the (American) university I attended, the conceit was that everybody had a Ph.D. (at least) and it would be gauche to go around calling everyone "Doctor" this and "Doctor" that so it was understood we would just use "Mr." and "Ms." (or 'Mrs.").

No, I think it's important to give full credit to the glib rejoinders.

Hi, everybody!

What you're doing here is reprehensible in several distinct ways.

The entire thing is completely appalling to the point of being psychotic. Fucking college dropout berating graduates for their grades.

I just realized, thirty years after the fact, that whoever played the drums in that cool "I Believe It's Magic" song in Ghostbusters could be described as "Ringo influenced" in how he or she plays that fantastic drum break in the middle of the song.

This entire discussion, up and down this page, is precisely why I love the Internet so much and shudder remembering what it was like not having it. I've spent my life surrounded by idiots who say things like "Don't analyze it; you ruin it" about art.

Which is precisely why it tends to happen with honorary degrees: the recipient simply doesn't have the wherewithal to understand what it means to actually have a degree (let alone a fake one).

Damn it! I knew it! Every time that goddamned "Ph.D." credential popped onto the screen at the end of his odious sitcom I smelled a rat…I just knew it couldn't be a legit doctorate, not because of any visible cognitive shortcomings on Cosby's part but because his whole awful personality was so obviously built atop a…

Rather!

From Lennon, McCartney and Starr (see my comment above regarding the material in the David Sheff interview book).