"REARRANGEDTWIGS! STEPPED-ON LEAVES! OH MY GOD!"

Probably never happen but: a male star with looks, charm, charisma and a strong singing voice? I see Robert Downey Jr. (Though Zachary Levi would also probably be a solid choice.) Can we have Adam Lambert for Conrad?

"If I was God, I wouldn't let that happen to my boy." Just typing it makes tears come to my eyes.

Between this and "Theo and Hugo" (aka "Paris 5:59), I had QUITE the experience with French gay cinema at the PDX Queer Film Fest. And, building on someone else's comment below, it was interesting how restrained some of the American films ("Miles") were, compared with others ("The Falls: Covenant" "Other People"). But…

"…and my GOD, Fiona!…." One of Cox's greatest side-insults. (And, not for nothing, "Scrubs" also gave Brendan Fraser arguably his best role ever outside of "Gods and Monsters," and that episode helped John McGinley reach a never-better dramatic peak.)

OMG, that smash cut in "Parting Glances" from the painting on the wall to a disco throbbing with dancers, as Jimmy Sommerville's wail of "Whhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy" gains in intensity…

YES!! There's something incredibly, goofily moving in the final number ("Tomorrow is a latter day") when you hear Andrew Rannell's joyfully crying "I believe! I believe!" in and among the chorus. It's almost like it dares you: yes, his beliefs are completely whacked (a planet called Koba?), but after everything he…

"500 Miles" by Peter Paul and Mary. Driving past the Portland zoo late one night listening to Mary Travers, and beginning to weep for no reason except the ache of her voice.

The one really good bit in the movie "The Ten": the houseful of unclothed guys on Sunday mornings, "FLACK! FLACK! FLACK!"

By Billie Holiday; accept no substitutions—with the possible exception of Audra Macdonald playing Holiday in the HBO movie "At Emerson's Bar & Grill."

Knowing now Springsteen's wrestles with depression and suicidal thoughts, I don't know if I could go back and listen to "Nebraska" again straight through, especially if I was driving at night. It's an album of a man trying not to come undone, as one by one each little thread snaps.

"Take a look at my face for the last time/I never knew you, you never knew me/Say hello, goodbye…" Ouch.

You want pure, corrosive pain, listen to Bonnie Raitt sing "Too Soon To Tell" from "Nick of Time," and line "You wanna hear/I won't drown in my tears." She snarls/howls the word "drown" like it's pure Alien-blood acid.

I really, really want to read some reviews from African-American film critics of "Birth of a Nation." I think this is a case where white America really needs to hear from black America about what THEY think of the movie, before white critics start pontificating about it. (Like it or not, and whether some critics are…

It's really a pity they don't give Oscar nominations for movies like this (Julie Andrews in "Mary Poppins" and Edmund Gwenn in "Miracle on 34th Street" are the only exceptions springing to mind, though Cary Grant deserved a nod for "The Bishop's Wife"). Right now, Eva Green would be my front-runner for Best Supporting…

Oh God, I hated this CD. I was working at a chain music store In the early 90s in SF, and you cannot imagine how many pathetic wannabe-cool white dudes wanted to play this disc EVERY DAY at ear-splitting decibels—despite the obvious discomfort of customers. (Yes, a lot if the stereotypes detailed in the Tower Records…

"I smell art."—Pauline Kael

I'd argue, I just don't have the energy. "Mulhollland" people are like some of the more rabid Kubrick fans I've met; it's the be-all end-all and if you don't like it you must be an unevolved moron who is not as enlightened as they are. Life is too short.

Dickey managed to make offering a free lap dance after fixing a frozen tire well funny in "The Guilt Trip"—she's a woman of many gifts.

It also has two of the best scenes involving waitresses I've seen in many a year.