The Warehouse is easily the most important music venue of my life. My hometown radio station's call letters are WCOW, which pretty much indicates the tenor of the region. Being able to drive over to La Crosse and discover punk, indie and industrial bands from all over the Midwest, and even all over the country, was…

Faulkner's Snopes trilogy would be perfectly suited to an HBO-type series, with plenty of spin-off potential all over Yoknapatawpha County. I cast the whole thing in my head back when I first read The Hamlet in '99, but some of the actors have probably aged out of their roles. Nonetheless, I still think Beau Bridges…

I've officiated a number of secular weddings. My favorite one was when I opened with the "Dearly beloved…" preamble from "Let's Go Crazy" and used a leatherbound copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in lieu of a Bible.

Clearly you haven't seen Alfonso Ribeiro's turn as Panic the South Central hard-ass in Ticks.

Junie Lowry-Johnson or bust!

Hard Rock Zombies is a pretty good time. It's genuinely funny on both intentional and unintentional levels, which is a rare combo. It kind of put me in mind of a feature-length Metalocalypse episode, except with a small-time hair metal band in the spotlight. There's one fantastic plot twist and the best terrible…

I was really disappointed when he looked in a mirror in that episode and the reflection wasn't just Scott Bakula with muttonchops.

Daughters of Satan is a pretty decent early '70s witchsploitation flick with Tom Selleck - a super charming leading man even in his first movie - buying a creepy painting that gets him hassled by dogs and witches in the Philippines.

Somebody's posted it to YouTube in 10-minute installments, if ideal viewing circumstances aren't a big thing for you.

Popeye is at least in my Altman top ten.

I've not read the book, but yeah, that's the source.

I'm a massive Altman fan, but M*A*S*H isn't even close to being one of my favorites.

Off topic, but I once had a film studies class where the professor repeatedly referenced Charles Laughton's performance as the Cowardly Lion. That was almost enough to snap me out of my sophomore apathy and shout out a correction, but I decided to let it fester instead. It still upsets me to think about it.

Hell, at one point in the late '70s, Altman cast Paul friggin' Dooley as a romantic lead and it worked pretty well.

Nowadays maybe, but '60s Segal was a dynamo of charisma. He's astonishing in King Rat, so nakedly sleazy but still so damned charming.

Things wrong with this particular tagline:

I watched that same YouTube clip and it made me think the film would be weird enough to gamble five bucks on. That clip is easily the best ten minutes of the movie.

It's incredibly good. A lot of those '60s and '70s dark counterculture comedies are dated and overstuffed (I'm thinking of The Magic Christian and Where's Poppa? specifically), but Little Murders has an appealing weariness that makes it more timeless than the rest. And Sutherland's bit as the hippie cult leader is…

Dare accepted, Mr. Gould. I bought Who? on VHS a few months ago because once I knew an Elliott Gould cyborg movie existed, I had to own it. My version is retitled Robo Man with the tagline of "The killing machine with the megaton mind!" That is a patently inaccurate description.

Right, and yet it never felt prudish. For all its melodrama and quirky ASP dialogue, it was one of the most realistic depictions of a certain stage of teenagedom that I've seen on TV.