Surely, you jest. Richard Pryor IS the man.

Oh, you yooths and your references.

*Looks left*
*Looks right*
*Opens mouth to reply*

Plus, Freddie Mercury was hotter than most female musicians in the 70s THERE I SAID IT

*Picks up pool stick*

Furthermore, when I went through my obligatory "Classic Rock" phase in junior high, I became weary defending Queen against my peers who dismissed them as purely "gay music." And then when I picked up News of the World, I read through the lyrics included in the CD's inner liner notes, and found such gems in songs like…

Better yet, if you're only a beginner, get yourself the Greatest Hits compilations, volumes I & II. They're pretty inclusive. Then move on to actual studio releases. Then work your way to the delicious sounds of their live stuff, (Live at the BBC [1973]) springs to mind.

I've been on a Tarantino kick lately, as a result of finally being convinced to watch Jackie Brown. How had I never seen this before? Incredible performances and musical cues all around. Robert de Niro, in particular, provided one of my favorite characters of his, just a master of understatement. Melanie asks him,…

That was my favorite thing to do in that game. The best example I can give you is when the blades hurled me in a violently fast cartwheel toward the big park, where I landed on (and killed) a jogger.

As a fellow excitable misunderstood genius, you'll understand that occasionally "all I really want to do / is, baby, be friends with you" (—"All I Really Want To Do" [1964]) and engage with you all on a more interactive level.

NOOOOOOOO wrong again. I'll show myself out.

I stand corrected. Is Dom Deluise still available though?

I think they did for that straight-to-VHS movie, Fivel Goes to Nazareth.

Nobody fucks with the Jesus. Except Disney.

Soundtrack by Danger Mouse.

I like to think, unbeknownst to us, the cast of SBTB watched this movie together tonight in the Hollywood Hills, constructing correlative drinking games on the fly and patting each other on the back for providing the inspiration for this steaming pile of love-to-hate-it shit. And Screech apologetically bought all the…

Je-sus.

There's not much more to say, but his portrayal of Frenchy in The Sand Pebbles demonstrated a gripping amiability and desperation. RIP

Part of my unflagging love for Saved By The Bell comes from its cringiness. But that episode…that episode, my friend, is damn nigh unwatchable. Talk about being PC in the 90s. That was over the top.

I think she just went ahead and commandeered the Weasleys' vault; she of all people knows they're not using it.