Maybe grindhouse movies of the 70s in the grindhouses on 42nd street, during the 70s. Dirty screen, ratty prints, unhinged audiences. I'm glad to have seen them when I did. Can't compare to cleaned up, remastered, hi-def Blu Rays. And while I had no choice, a lot from the 70s when something oddball like The Day of the…

Anguish! No Anguish? Shoot. I saw that in a near-empty Times Square theater and I was plenty unnerved. No one will probably ever see it in a theater again, but it's the only way to get the full-on Michael Lerner experience.
EDIT: Only now reading the earlier comments. To those who already mentioned Anguish, sorry, and…

So many scenes in this movie break me down over and over again. And so rare that the wife, possible lover, and husband are so humanely decent people.

For me, anyway, one of the most iconic shots of 70s cinema is Cicely Tyson running, arms open, at the end of Sounder.

Didn't every Pirates of the Caribbean movie have a close-up of Johnny Depp? Which one featured this iconic shot that will stick with cinephiles and audiences alike for generations?

The idea of all those Kindles being thrown into the fire is haunting.

Maybe somebody goes back and writes Carrie.

I saw Laurie Metcalf on Broadway as Annie Wilkes. She was good and wiry. But if I ever reread Misery, yeah, Kathy Bates would be in my head.

It's hard to believe that Rita Hayworth was still in her 20s when she made Gilda. I can't think of any actress in their 20s today who comes across as an adult.

I'm confused. I've only seen the trailer, but aren't comedy trailers usually edited to show the FUNNIEST scenes from a movie?

I liked What Planet Are You From? And the only time I laughed during Town & Country was when Shandling fell out of bed.

Coincidentally I watched the celebrity-worship horror movie Antiviral last night directed by Son of Cronenberg. About fans willing to catch the diseases of their favorite stars. Completely understandable. One of those stars in Sarah Gadon.

I thought this was lovely. So was Constance Towers.

I met Faye a few years ago in a drug store. I figured what the fuck, I'm going to say something. It was "excuse me." She inhaled slowly and turned to me and then put ON her sunglasses. I stammered a few gushy things about my favorite movies of hers. Maybe because I didn't mention Mommie Dearest, she actually smiled…

More cold cream than cold war but this is my favorite One, Two, Three story. Joan Crawford (then on the board of PepsiCo) telephoned Wilder, furious over the movie's Coca-Cola connection. "Joan got wind of this and wanted equal time for Pepsi," Wilder said. This accounts for the final scene in One, Two, Three. Joan…

"Nestor is bloodless and exhausting, but trashy in a dumb-dumb, crazy, razzmatazzy, childish funhouse kind of way that's in on its own messy Altmanesque joke."—Pauline Kael

"Edwards achieves something Hitchcock could never do: make a saccharine romance feel sincere."

This is sad. But coming in May on Blu Ray is You'll Like My Mother. Watch it!

I agree. Even though Bill was an annoying hothead, I hope that the complete destruction of his mind and life really does serve some better purpose. But I don't think it will.

Unless the situation with Bill in this episode has an effect on the future somehow, (maybe in 1963 a law was passed to close windows in mental hospitals!), I'm not really sure what his point was.