God help her if she decides to take a dip in the Gowanus when she next performs in NYC.

As a fellow Philly guy, I can attest to the uniquely rabid nature of 80s Eagles and Phils fans. Even as a kid I knew better than to go to games at the Vet wearing anything other than Phillies red. Doing otherwise could easily give the term “nosebleed seats” a double-meaning.

Going back to his Amazing Spider-Man days, I too appreciated McFarlane’s style. Even after moving on from Marvel, DC, and Image books to Fantagraphics and Drawn & Quarterly ones, I stayed pretty faithful to him.

I’ve not read it since it’s release, but I found it merely adequate. Perhaps it deserves a re-reading.

If I remember correctly, there was a Klaus Janson illustrated Batman/Spawn book that year as well. Despite admiring Janson’s work immensely (for my money, he was one of the best damned inkers in the business), I…

Watching Sharp Stick is like encountering that pain box that Paul Atreides faces in Dune, only instead of a hand it’s your entire soul.

Though he’ll forever be known as Paulie Gualtieri, I can’t help but recall when I first noticed him in James Toback’s The Big Bang (1989). In this interview he is both frightening and disarmingly introspective.

Right. 44 years here and can unequivocally say that from Nicetown to Kensington to Passyunk to wherever you wish to go in this city, no such fucking thing exists.

Despite it being a ridiculously juvenile show, I really have to credit Beavis & Butthead with introducing me to a lot of truly great music that was getting little or no airplay then. Without it, I’m not sure how long it would have taken me to discover Suicidal Tendencies, Butthole Surfers, The Jesus Lizard,…

Seriously, this is baffling.

Any journalist worth his or her salt would have chosen Operation Dumbo Drop.

My thoughts exactly, and not even an older teen at that. He appears to be about fifteen. If that’s the case, it’s a wonder that nobody in his company (family, friends, whoever) put his silly ass in check.

Man, I’d forgotten how much I absolutely loathed Harry Crane.

Tommy Lee Jones cannot sanction your buffoonery, Dowd.

I would in a heartbeat. I mean, as poor a film as it is, it at least features Willem Dafoe as a cartoonishly batshit villain.

As well as Father John Gill in Mad Men.

“...Smith, refusing to shed his South Philly side...”

I think you mean West Philly.

Seriously. Merely comprehending the word salad that comes out of his face in almost every interview I’ve read with him is a goddamned herculean task.

I wonder that myself. Surely there exists footage to arrest, charge, and sue culpable audience members.

When I lived there fifteen years back, I too would see him from time to time at Smiling Pizza on 7th Ave (I believe at 9th Street). As strange as this may sound to some, it kind of warmed my heart a little.

Absolutely. His portrayal of Nixon is the standard by which no other actor has since reached.

An excellent interview, though I’m slightly curious as to why his role in the Coen Brothers’ A Serious Man was not discussed.