My favorite Presley film and my favorite soundtrack. I have Crawfish and Trouble among the 1,500 or so songs (I started with a tight 1,000, but I discover new songs way faster than I can delete old stuff) in rotation on my iPhone. Nice to know it was Elvis’s too.

“The only thing that kept me going in that dessert was you.”

I’m pretty sure he said “desert.”

I was 17 when I saw it. I can pinpoint the year because I had dropped out of high school and there was this girl... Anyway, I did not get it, though I bluffed my way through a conversation about it with her on the way home. That was 40 years ago. I don’t have any big plans for this weekend, so maybe I’ll try again.

Boo-urns.

I came here to ask the same question.

Twice. Plus one in the headline.

And this all time great quote:
“I’ve got good news and bad news, girls. The good news is your dates are here.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“They’re dead.”

1. Long overdue.

2. This guy has been the best thing about a lot of bad movies, and a good thing in a surprising number of good movies.

3. That Mitchum anecdone (I’d head it before, but forgotten where) is one of the funniest things I ever read on AV Club.

“Is that a clip-on?”
“Let’s see if you can guess what I am now?”
“My advice to you is start drinking heavily.”
“Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?”
“Fat drunk and stupid is no way to go through life.”
“Remain calm... all is well.”

Stacey Dash wants her whine back.

Chevy Chase not scary?

“Idiocracy” prescient? I think not. Mike Judd was off by 480 years.

I still hate Illinois Nazis.

Before Spinal Tap, there was The Rutles.

Ouch!
You’re breakin’ my heart
Ouch!
I’m fallin’ apart
Ouch!
Ow, ow
Ouch!

Right. I know authors don’t usually write their own headlines, but “Tarantino-esque style meets sobering substance in the Nazi-killing grindhouse drama Hunters” is the headline on a B+/A- review.

The gold standard is “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” no?

I mean, “Say, what’s in this drink.”

Maybe they can pick up Jett. Not exactly a ratings blockbuster, but a cool little show.

It’s strange that I only ever hear this argument applied to one crime: rape.

I have never heard of a lawyer defending a mugger by saying, “At some point, when you walk through the city wearing a nice suit, and carrying a brief case, and looking wealthy, the alarm just has to go off... you have to know you’re putting…

Can’t believe I’m the first AV Clubber to point this out: it’s not “a Frankenstein,” which would make it either Baron von Frankenstein himself or a member of the Frankenstein family; it’s a Frankenstein’s monster. The monster is not itself a Frankenstein.

Yeah, me too.