Alamo is probably king, but there's the Tivoli in Westport not far from there, great place to catch the indie/foreign fare (lot of stuff shows for a week tops though, so if you wanna see something get on it fast).

I assume it's a victim of what I refer to as genre elitism (a prime example of which is when people distinguish between "hip-hop" and "rap") - because, as the best movie of the last two decades, where is Mulholland Drive on this list? It's absolutely a horror film, if you ask me.

Absolutely. An equally great novel and film.

Back when I was a burgeoning film snob, I would regularly browse the racks at B&N and Borders for eye-catching Criterion Collection DVD cases. This is how I ended up buying The Leopard, which is still one of the most intelligent and moving epic period pieces I've seen.

Spike Lee's spent so much time in close proximity to the Knicks that he can only recognize awful basketball, so…

Charlie Sheen in Major League is still considered the gold standard of believable-looking actor-athletes, since he was a former high school pitcher.

Through Goodfellas I got into rock, and the Rolling Stones; through them, I got into Gram Parsons. I remember exactly where I was the first time I ever listened to "We'll Sweep Out the Ashes in the Morning" on GP (in front of Snow Hall on KU's campus, waiting for the bus), and when Emmylou's voice came in clear as a…

I think it's the best movie, period, since Mulholland Drive.

There's a better chance Cabin in the Woods wasn't a top ten horror film the year it was released than of it being the best horror film of the last 15 years. Yeesh.

The greatest throwaway joke in film history. Makes me giggle just thinking about it, and I don't know anybody I can't quote this to that doesn't laugh as well.

I'm glad to see Satantango was mentioned. "Comes Unstitched," the chapter in question, is possibly the most heartbreaking sequence in film.

"I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary." -Scarface

And was covered by Emmylou Harris on her album of the same name from 1995. Her best album, I think.

I'm glad to see good words about this movie, which, offputting, didactic, and bizarre though it may be, is equal measures haunting and hilarious, as well as utterly unique. It's such a pitch-black comedy of sorts that it makes Killer Joe (a movie I love even more) seem like slapstick in comparison.

H should clearly have been Harmony Korine.

I'd give that to Lynch. I mean, the fact that Eraserhead was essentially an expensive student film and Mulholland Drive was cobbled together from scrapped TV pilot footage, and that both are among the greatest films of all-time, is amazing. Eraserhead is on the short list of the best-shot films ever made, which is…

List needs more Julia.

From his Random Roles:

I'd take off work whenever they aired the episode where Reef tries to get a blowjob from a show poodle. On the other hand, adapting that scene to TV loses my favorite funny Pynchon moment, and almost certainly the funniest reference to a Bronte novel ever.

Probably the greatest film trilogy there is, and I've only managed to see it on prints that look like somebody wiped their ass with them. Can't wait for Criterion to get these out.