About the only example to the contrary I can think of here is Dear Zachary. Otherwise, yeah.
About the only example to the contrary I can think of here is Dear Zachary. Otherwise, yeah.
The lead singer for Dead Sara can fucking wail. Pretty unreal.
Hilariously, it seems like the one good reason (now Puerto Ricans can maybe be played by actual Puerto Ricans?) is kinda negated by the fact that it’s Spielberg behind the camera.
Man, this show was a mess. The arc of Sam taking on the mantle of Captain America, despite what that means for him, could have been so good if it was given the space it needed. Instead it collapsed under the weight of twelve different plots and thinly sketched characters. I’m genuinely trying to think of a thing I…
I knew this, but only in connection to Nicholson’s minor obsession with Napoleon (as the story goes, had Kubrick managed to get his Napoleon biopic off the ground, Jack would have been attached).
And Maher had next to nothing to do with Milo’s downfall. It was all pretty much some disgusting shit Milo said on a stream about pedophilia that did it - he crossed the one line Republican shit-stirrers are not allowed to, since their base has built an entire cult around pretending to care about child sex…
One of the things I somehow have still retained in my lizard brain is how to play “In Too Deep” on guitar (one of those things where you’re learning another song, then realize...huh, it kinda sounds like...this other one). It was surprising to discover how many people remembered it when I busted it out some years ago.…
It’s fucking ridiculous that Paul WS Anderson continues to lead the pack for video game adaptations by a vast margin. It’s almost proof positive that video game movies can never be “good,” they can only be “stupidly, earnestly fun,” and you need a termite auteur like Anderson to deliver it. I don’t want to believe…
Thank you Barb!! Great pic. Auntie Rose is died just last week love you. -B town
Yeah, in the episode guide they said they had no idea what was coming in Sidehackers, and when they watched it to start writing, they were shocked. From then on they screened movies before ordering them.
I flat-out loved this movie as a kid, it was the culmination of my growing fandom with it after discovering reruns on Comedy Central. My dad took me to see it in San Jose and was shocked that he found it so funny - part of it was that he remembered seeing This Island Earth in theaters with his friends way back when…
It got parodied specifically in one of the Scary Movies, which I feel counts towards it being recognized as a “stand out” scene. Iconic? No.
Diddy Kong Racing and Macy Gray. Mostly because I tried to beat Wizpig and I’d choke, tried to speed away and I’d stumble.
Breaking Bad, Lost, and Mad Men all have rock solid pilots. However, having just recently gotten into this show before they booted it off Prime in the UK, I can say that the pilot for The Americans also kicked ass. By the end of it, we went from “do we really want to spend the next month watching 6 seasons of TV” to…
Same, I recognize Kill List as a better movie but High Rise is the one that sticks with me.
I used to live on Ivar and Yucca, a brisk 10-minute walk to the Arclight. It was hands-down my bougie little movie mecca, and home to so many incredible experiences. The sheer armrest-clenching, silent tension of a packed theater watching No Country For Old Men on opening night. Black Dynamite absolutely demolishing a…
Billionaires give absolutely zero logs of shit about what us plebs like and hold dear to our hearts. If they choose to swoop in and turn it into more soulless high-rises that no one lives in or visits except for the Sweetgreens on the ground floor, they can and absolutely will do that.
“Gamble, gamble, gamble, gamble, die.”
It’s always movies like these where Netflix decides to release stats that show hundreds of millions of people watched it or something. Just one of those depressing stats that prove what a movie dork you are and how little the rest of the world cares about Roma or The Irishman or whatever the hell you spent months…