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I'm one of the only people in the world that dislikes that version—his vocals and the instrumentations are lovely, but he chops the lyrics up and rearranges them into gibberish. Don't mess with Yip Harburg, man

Actually, the abstract thought sequence was "borrowed" (to put it kindly) from a bit in "A Wrinkle in Time," as well. Another reason I like this movie a lot but am wary of over praising or over-loving it. (And no, I didn't cry.)

I still love that "small town jail" line, too. Also: "Well, if at first you don't succeed, Troy Troy again." And the fact that Bub's real name is Marmaduke. Such a wonderful off-the-wall book, completely unlike Corbett's other stuff.

So, at least two commenters here have serious issues with their masculinity and people potentially thinking less of them (or other little boys) for weeping during this movie…got it. (I speak as someone who teared up last night watching "Love and Mercy" with Paul-Dano-as-Brian-Wilson painstakingly putting the

"Life Is Beautiful" only wishes it was "Cinema Paradiso."

I finally just watched the finale (I know, I know…), and I also really liked the ambiguity of the ending song/commercial Obviously, somehow the retreat setting got into Don's head; the question is how it got back to McCann—did he just write a jingle and write up the pitch, and mail it back to them with a "Here you

I'm probably going to get pilloried for this, but I remember liking this film much more than "Se7en," which came out around the same time. I appreciated the fact that the main characters in this were women, as in "Silence of the Lambs," which puts a different spin on the dynamics in play—I remember a key moment in a

It's a hit-or-miss movie much of its running time, aside from some great acting by RDJ and Hunter (who absolutely nail the sibling vibe), and there's a noted dip in energy and plot after the dinner (as title card says, "Now what?"). But the ending—ah! the ending. Out of nowhere comes this absolutely exquisite,

Weirdly, maybe "Young Doctors In Love"—my dad liked the topless girl(s), my mom (a pediatric nurse) got a huge kick out of all the scenes with the nurses, especially the strike, I liked the verbal comedy and weird non-sequiturs, and my younger sisters liked the dorky slapstick. It went down a lot easier than the

My family would watch that whenever it was on TV, too—Julie Andrews, Beatrice Lillie, and Carol Channing ("RAZZZZZZZZBERRIES!!!"). Long but a lot of fun if you can overlook the yellow-face racism of the time (though apparently the white-slavery hysteria was based on fact).

I loved loved loved that movie—the score was gorgeous, and there was something about Lucy Deakins and Jay Underwood as a couple. I was around 19 or so, but that whole bit where Eric comes to the hospital room and gives her the rose, then takes her up in the clouds for the kiss and fireworks? Hot damn, it may have

Sissy Spacek, never funnier—not even in "Crimes of the Heart." She is completely hysterical in that movie.

Not a problem!

OMG, "Night of the Comet." Endlessly quotable: "Gone to visit Santa" "Daddy would've gotten us Uzis" "The burden of civilization is upon us—we do not CROSS against the LIGHT!" "See what happens?" "The stores are open!" "I'm gonna ice Bachelorette #2." And the lead actress in that was marvelous in a very brisk,

What ELSE do the simple folk do? :)

I'm at work so can't play this, but are the infamous interviews with Dr. Ruth and Cybill Shepard in the towel on there? Those, along with Cher and Madonna, went a long way towards cementing Letterman's reputation as a "guy's interviewer," as all of those women seemed to throw him for a loop.

Are we supposed to assume you think Reeve and Williams were untalented and undeserving of such an education. Please enlighten us with who you think is Julliard worthy, besides Beetlejuice.

I can't read this article without thinking of the similarities to Michael Jackson. The difference is that Cosby seems to be coming out defensively by maintaining an icy silence, whereas Jackson reportedly spent weeks in sobbing hysteria, followed by other weird forms of mania (dancing on the car) during the trial

I've been meaning to get to this for over a week, but kept putting it off till I could do it properly.

Don Draper is Jay Gatsby—without a Daisy to live for.