It's the voice, really, and the echo-y effect, and the rocking rhythm. I never knew what the lyrics were until the karaoke performance.
It's the voice, really, and the echo-y effect, and the rocking rhythm. I never knew what the lyrics were until the karaoke performance.
They both look like Tyrell. There ought to be a crossover.
I'm so out of it with regard to contemporary music that the Danse Macabre has been about the only piece I've recognized. Wish they had played more of it!
We don't yet know his precise motivation for working with the Dark Army. At first it seemed to be simple greed/malice.
And "No."
David Mamet, playwright and screenwriter, notorious for dialogue that is as flat as a pancake
Speaking of make-up, she wore less as she degenerated into a killer. At one point while talking to Susan Jacobs she actually looked like The Joker.
It looked like that was already happening. Last week we were commenting on her spiky eyeliner and false lashes, and this week she was looking positively rumpled.
And yet we can live without high finance or whatever they do at E Corp, but how many of us know plumbing?
He looks pretty good for 110.
I was so glad they chose that song, not for the content but because I never knew who the artist was and I knew it would be identified by the AV Club. Every time I hear it - usually in the supermarket - I am almost in tears because it sounds exactly like what John Lennon would have recorded if he had lived.
The question is, why does the character think he would be attractive? Ah, the ego of some males…
Two of my family members passed away at home (a different times), and their bodies weren't taken away for 8 hours. There was no smell.
They are enumerated in the NY Times obit.
I liked Fontana, though, because the actor really had been a detective and he had this great casually streetwise air.
They might, though. They showed the cast leaving Briscoe's funeral.
If the lawyers weren't the protagonists we would say they got the guys on trumped-up charges.
He's been gone since 2000? Thank god for reruns.
Sandy Becker in New York! I loved him.
Very true. In Fifties movies the young punks were always Italian. Before that they were Irish (check out prison movies). then they were Puerto Rican, then black.