And such a lousy painter he was! Hitler- now HE was a painter! A whole apartment in one afternoon! Two coats!

I'm glad to see Lithgow thinks so fondly of Hamlisch's "Sweet Smell of Success," as it's a forgotten gem, darker and sicker than the noir classic. I've never seen a musical with such an air of menace, and it's brave enough to leave a few really disturbing questions unanswered. (The relationship between Hunsecker and…

"And a new house. And I'm a bit of a clothes horse. Thank you."

A good Britney biopic would be great, and far from fluff. A not-good one is currently in the works at Lifetime, and should be little more than good GIF material.

I feel a little bit bad for May; he was the band's great genius, the architect of its sound, and the building block of the giant "layered operatic vocals" sound, but because Freddie had the charisma and the greatest lead voice in rock history, the assumption became that Queen WAS Freddie Mercury and his touring…

When Malek wears a hoodie on Mr. Robot I feel compelled to say "ET PHONE HOME" to myself.

My feeling is that, like Shakespeare, "now he belongs to the ages." Bowie, his work and his life are ours now in a way that the reserved superstar never could have been as a person: he is of one crazy quilt piece as a historical figure, rather than the series of individuals, poses and stages he was as a living man.

I hear people complain a lot about Lady Gaga not being a great actor, but she's more than game enough for what they have her do. She'll never be Sarah Paulson, but we don't need her to be- we have Sarah Paulson for that.

I can't think of Gullah Gullah Island now without just thinking of "Hasa Diga Eebowai" instead.

IIIIIIITTTTTTT'SSS!

We lived long enough for Marge Simpson to pose nude in Playboy, thus moving Rule 34 from the internet to being an actual philosophical truism.

What's Rallo Tubbs up to these days?

The most recent Scandinavian versions of "Rocky Horror" have the Eddie character sing "Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love death metal" instead of "rock and roll."

Have you ever made one with Pikachu de gallo on top?

How does she feel about Mr. Mac Tonight?

Back in college, I wrote a novelette called "Midnight Riders, or the Finer Points of REO Speedwagon." Perhaps a little overly influenced by mid-career Stephen King, it was the story of a traveling businessman whose car breaks down, and who finds himself at the mercy of two mysterious strangers in a black car who pick…

I watched it last year, and all I could think is, they're saying chicken because they'd finally reached the point in time where you couldn't call someone a f****t. Which is good, but kind of neuters the essential hateful nature of your classic Eighties bully, who are awful not just because of what they do but because…

There's a terrible quagmire too, because people who speak within BLM usually are not the ones leading it, and when the leaders speak, they often are not speaking for the majority of BLM people.

I worry about a future schism in that. The Second Civil War will not be north and south, it'll be left and right. And one side has the numbers, but the other side has the hardware.

They're perfectly happy having "those people" on their country show, but only if they're, well… suspended above the stage, not on it.