Sports Night was the golden testes.
The West Wing sucked testes.

If you have enough hate in you to hate the Beatles, then you're either:
a) no longer human,
b) Amelie Griffith, or
c) both.

My mom took Kiss seriously — I wasn't allowed to get a subscription to a music magazine (forget which one) because Kiss had been on the cover of it. Once.

Said it before, say it again — Terence Praet, you're out of your element!

The song is called "H.W.C." — and the high-pitched sounds you hear when you play it are Gloria Steinem and Germaine Greer, weeping.

@SYZH:

And he looks like a pufferfish trying to ward off predators. Either that or the world's hairiest Macy's parade balloon.

If anyone deserves a lifetime pass for one film, it's John Goodman in "Raising Arizona."

Terence Praet, you're out of your element!

@thizzy: you just caused me to Google "faulkner corncob". Two thoughts:

Four pluses for Scarlett Johanssen:
1) She hasn't blown her talent on drugs or partying, even though she has as much opportunity to as anyone else in Hollywood.
2) She has good taste in music (I can't hate anyone who appreciates Tom Waits)
3) She picks movies with good scripts (like Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Lost in…

No hate on Lennon, but I can understand the reaction against turning him into St. John of the Dakota. He wouldn't be nearly so beloved if he were still breathing.

I loved Wilson and Haley, thought Crudup was all right, and didn't have any problems with Akerman (people forget, the Laurie Jupiter character didn't have much depth in the novel, either).

@hatin: what would marketing "pretty girls" have to do with Liz Phair?

Joan Rivers ejaculated Melissa Rivers into the world. On that basis alone, she deserves a lifetime fail.

@ElDan: agreed on the Emmitt Smith roast piece. Dave Williams (the victimized comedian) did admittedly suck testes, but Foxx's sniping only made me sympathize with Williams. And wish that I were the next comedian on the sked, so I would have a chance to crush Foxx like the annoying, disease-ridden little insect he…

Put me down for "No" on Kerouac. "On the Road" was like the world's longest sigmoidoscopy, in print.

Liked Faulkner based on his short stories, then read "Light in August." Biiiiiiiig mistake …

I still enjoy U2 on occasion. But "The Great Gatsby" sucked rectums.

I'm willing to forgive Steve Martin for all of his movies from the last decade-plus — but only because "The Pleasure of My Company" kicked butt and took names.