My most endearing memory of Bowie, oddly, is from VH1's "100 Greatest Women of Rock" countdown, during which Bowie was interviewed about Labelle (Motown/soul sound, glam-rock getups). His eyes positively glowed, his face split open with a smile of pure joy, and he described an accompanying clip of "Lady Marmalade" as…

So, people have apparently forgiven Sylvester Stallone for some 40 years of crap movies and in general being one of the most egomaniacal, entitled, talentless hacks on the planet? Why can't Harrison Ford get a nod for "Star Wars" and spare us all having to listen to Stallone mumble his way through another speech?

It's interesting that more and more people doing revisionist histories (or "real" histories to counteract years of revisionism) tend to leave out a uniquely American quality which used to be much more omnipresent from Mark Twain on: our sense of humor. Sometimes it's rude, sometimes it's absurdist, sometimes…

This was one film I really hated—I think I almost walked out of it. If its major goal was to provoke nausea and anger in the audience, it succeeded; but it's an ugly movie filled with awful people doing awful things—and no black comedy (a la Tarantino) to break the grim mood. Yes, you can argue the acting is good,…

On the other hand, I had no idea based on years of "Portlandia" that Carrie Brownstein could be as radiant—there's no other word for it—as she was the past few episodes. The worst part about her and Ali hitting the skids is watching that radiant light flicker out and die, like Tinkerbell.

Thank God there'll be a season 2. We marathoned through 4 episodes this weekend, including 3 yesterday, and at the last 1 minute we looked at each other and went, "What the F____?" At least now I know they'll work on tying off some of those dangling loose ends, instead of just throwing up their hands and saying…

Oh please, some Christmas/Hanukkah, let Bev drag Murray to see "Yentl." Then she'll hate it, and he'll love it. :)

See below—that was the first time in a long time I felt like Pixar tipped its hand, and showed the machinery at work: "You WILL cry, people!" I got more pangs at the end of "The Good Dinosaur" with the drawings in the sand.

A lot of my favorites have been mentioned, but I'll put in a plug for the ending of "The Good Dinosaur" when Arlo gives up Spot (yes, I actually was more torn up at the end of that than Bing-Bong's death in "Inside Out," because it wasn't so obviously telegraphed). And Kenneth Branagh's staging of Cinderella's flight…

I lost my mom in 2005, and there are days I still feel the weight—especially now that my Dad has Lewy Body dementia, and is living with my sister a couple thousand miles away. Thank you for a beautifully written article that nailed what's special about this episode. (There are not enough accolades for Connie…

Actually about 80 percent of the score is quite good, and 2-3 songs are flat-out terrific ("Coffee Black" "Stars Stars Stars" "Fun"). The lead on the cast album also sounds eerily like Tom Hanks. Props to some great orchestrations, too. However, some of the kids' songs are too self-consciously "cutting edge" which…

As one critic pointed out, the scene in "Yentl" where Streisand and Patinkin go to Amy Irving's family's house for dinner; as Patinkin stares up rhapsodic ally at Irving, Streisand stares down in disbelief at the platters of gorgeous Shabbat supper food, course after course.

Oh, I'm all about the Addams family—which is odd, because Goth and definitely am not. But the deadpan, accepting-of-all-surrealness-with-aplomb? Yes, definitely. (Gomez, on the spies they've tied up in the basement: "We'll keep them there until we figure out what their game is!" Morticia: "Oh, I hope it's Bridge!")…

No other film version touches on that Freudian purr Isaacs lets out when Wendy is taken on board the ship: "Wendy….Darling."

Oh, and I forgot one more: "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" and Drew Carey gives the improvers the prompt, "Classic film roles as interpreted by Carol Channing." Ryan Stiles trots center stage and, in perfect Channing voice, intones, "I am Spartacus!!" That's already enough to make me gut bust, but a couple minutes later…

Lots of goodies already listed here, so these are literally the first things that sprang to my mind:

OH GOD!!!! Never fails to get me completely hysterical, right down to the end credits tag.

I like Lin Shaye frantically vacuuming her couch, whacked out on speed: "How ya doin', doll!!" Throwaway gag, but hysterical.

You could also, for good or ill, say "the nice version of Whitney Houston." Might be mean, but it's true.

I'm not big on Mariah, but "Vision of Love"—especially that last bit where she's duetting with herself on the upper notes while she also sings the melody—is a pretty magnificent piece of showing off. For good or ill, you hear it, you instantly want to be 18 and slow dancing with the partner of your choice at prom.