Ach, you're right. Written by Barry Gibb.

I also dislike A Prayer for Owen Meany, and actively avoid anyone who likes it (including a family member who finds it tres profound). The all caps! The painfully predictable ending! The armadillo on the cover! It all just pisses me off.

Nobody likes Moulin Rouge! I hope. Jesus, I didn't think I would ever find it impossible to watch Ewan McGregor. Until this goddamn movie. I think I lasted 15 minutes.

That's the only song I really like from the movie, but it's not a part of the original musical. The Bee Gees definitely have some sort of insidious hoodoo in their harmonious groove. I dig.

Were ridiculously athletic hot tub fucking sessions a regular feature of art house films in the 90s? Because filming that scene with Elizabeth Berkley kind of should have been a tip off. I say this with love, Agent Cooper.

Well said, Officer Meow Meow Fuzzyface.