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I always like to think right after the movie fades to black that from the screen, Mia Farrow hears Fred Astaire from the screen say "Cecilia?" And she looks up…

Oh yes—Michelle Pfeiffer has arguably never given a truly bad performance (though some are better than others, and sometimes the movie around her is a disaster a la "Grease 2"), but that and "Batman Returns" are two of her high-water marks. Every moment she's at the mike is a gem.

Oh yes. Brilliant as Steve Martin is, it's a little odd that aside from Diane Keaton in the "Father of the Bride" movies he hasn't had that many crackerjack female pairings, but Daryl Hannah's luminous sincerity is a lovely foil for him.

"Yer a frrrrreak!" :)

Oh I'd say "Superman II" is even better—in fact, there are very, very few comic book couples with the sort of chemistry between Chris Reeve and Margot Kidder. The scene back at the Planet at the end of the movie where they're trying to be normal and Kidder begins to break down ("I don't even know what to call you!")

I've had "Next Stop Wonderland"'s soundtrack in my car the past couple weeks—all Brazilian jazz. Terrific for dinner parties.

You'd have to see the other thread I commented in—Cyndi Lauper's debut, Tina Turner's comeback, Bruce Springsteen's biggest smash, Prince doing "Purple Rain"…and they chose Lionel freakin' Richie. Yes, he had some decent 80's pop if you like easy-listening soul (easy like Sunday morning, yeah…), but compared to those

OKay, that's spooky—I was literally last night in Barnes and Noble and they played that song by them, and I actually liked the sound but couldn't place the voices, so did an internet search. I'd never heard them before, and here's your post barely 15 hours later. Trippy.

The episode with "white church vs. black church" was one of the funniest things I've seen in years, and genuinely surprised me with its cultural revelations. (Black church is FOUR HOURS?!?!!?!) Plus: Junior with a tambourine on "How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You"—bliss.

Yeah, 1985 is the Grammy's low marker—Cyndi Lauper's debut, Tina Turner's comeback, Bruce Springsteen's biggest smash, and Prince doing "Purple Rain"…and they all lose to Lionel Richie. (Who is, in fact, African American, but COME ON….)

It should be noted that there have been a number of African-American winners (13) for album of the year (though African-American men definitely outnumber women)—Stevie Wonder (numerous times), Quincy Jones, Norah Jones, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Lionel Richie (grrrrrr), Outkast, Herbie Hancock, etc. And there

I could comment at length about my college boyfriend (who, the first time we broke up, gallantly dumped me Thursday night so he could be sleeping with a new guy less than 48 hours later). One of the things that in retrospect had me almost grinding my teeth to dust was when he asked, post-second (and final) breakup by

Not to get too "when I was young," but when I was in middle and high school, my thing was reading old library issues of the New Yorker, LIFE, TIME, etc. So even though I was born in '66 and came of age in the late 70's and 80's, I still new a lot about 50's and 60's movies and TV stars and mid-century jazz music.

This is a cool topic for discussion. Michelle Pfeiffer always seems to have great entrances in her movies, especially "Fabulous Baker Boys" and "Wolf."

I totally see Sabrina as a Wiccan. Just let her keep the white pageboy. (I didn't care that all of the Pussycats were now African-American, but I did wish that they'd at least kept the original hair colors, just as a little homage.) Other than Moose being dark-haired, I was appreciative how faithful 90% of the

There's a great scene with Foster-as-Ellen coming into her husband/dad's work, and discovering he's hired a hot receptionist; Foster gives the poor woman her best steel-melting glare and so intimidates/flusters her that the poor dear has to put on a trench coat to cover herself.

Thank you, yes. I completely understood how as an employee of the camp, and a man talking to a woman, he came across as completely out of line. As a gay guy who likes bear cubs, if he'd looked at ME with that steel-melting look and said "This? This is happening," and waved his fingers like that, I would've said "My

Oh, she was in TIME when she died!!

I was well into my 30's before I figured out the MTM with the cat meowing was a parody of the MGM lion.

If you can, find TImothy Hutton in "EW" talking about filming that movie, and how Moore specifically kept herself at a distance throughout making it, so he'd always work harder at trying to communicate with her. Day one he saw her at the craft table and she very quietly and reservedly said "Good morning," and he was