Is it okay to point out that Training Day wasn't the pulse-poundingly intense thrill ride you claim it is, but an overlong bore that gets more convoluted as it goes on? David Ayer spent the next decade trying to recreate what audiences loved about it, but really it's just crap.

If it wasn't a year with a record number of African American nominees, I'd argue for cancellation.

I was having a really lousy morning, then I read this and couldn't stop laughing. This is the funniest, most vitriolic I've ever seen you, Igs. And it's magnificent. Do more things you hate.

The first Tom Waits song I ever heard was "In the Neighbourhood" and I was hooked from then on. I played it over and over. I want that moment again.

I hate to pick on smaller, barely released films that clearly had a lot of effort and passion put into them (especially, since, full disclosure: I know and like the director as a person), but John Fallon's The Shelter was a disaster.

That wasn't intended to just be a plug. I just like people here a lot. Also, this is the first time I've been drunk since the election. That's right, I managed it sober. It was a mistake.

Can I just say how at home I feel arguing about the merits of John Glover's Daniel Clamp and Dennis Hopper's King Koopa? Thank you. I won't post links here, because that's shitty, but if you'd like, I'm at The Richest (a site that infuriates me with it's constant misogyny, but they let me do my thing so…), my name…

Yes! However, Clamp (and Glover's performance is just wonderful there), like Trump, has no regard for history. Casablanca, now in full colour, and with a happier ending.

No! That would have been a fun one, though. It was

I recently did a list of films to prepare you for Trump's presidency for another site I write for. I gave serious consideration to this one, but felt it a) a little too on the nose and b) too optimistic. I found Gabriel Over The White House - in which the president dissolves the other branches on a whim and rounds…

Is Benedict Samuel's Tetch gone for good? Is it safe to watch this again, because his performance was so horrifically awful. Screw him and his bug eyes and his dumb goatee and his dreadful line readings. There's good ham and there's bad ham. His ham was the worst I've seen in a very long time.

So…I guess Ben really did die? That tease went nowhere.

Plus, to re-purpose one of my favourite bits on SNL. Nobody cry when James Cameron die.

Dude, he spends an hour re-inventing a perfectly great film for his own fetishes, making stock characters that are there to die - and turning one of the most frightening things about the creatures (acid blood) and making it a minor annoyance.

I'll second Frank Miller, as I don't find him all that imaginative or interesting. I like a little subtlety. And being constantly slammed over the head with a fascist, nihilistic anvil have never been my idea of a good time. I think my big one, though it's arguable anyone calls anything he's done a masterpiece…

Just think about the production of The Enforcer. Some scenes were shot within City Hall in San Francisco. That means there's more than a good chance the cast and crew mingled with Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone and, possibly, Dan White.

I've always had an affinity for the first Omen, with the second being a retread, but not a terrible one. Also features a young Lance Henriksen.

This story was told once before in a strange 1975 TV movie entitled The Night That Panicked America. However, it was played fairly straight. Vic Morrow, Cliff De Young, Eileen Brennan, a young John Ritter, Ron Rifkin, and Casey Kasem all have roles.

I had the pleasure of interviewing this man last December. I only had about fifteen questions and figured, since he was fielding calls from several journalists that day, I'd manage maybe ten if I was lucky. The call lasted over 90 minutes. At the end, he thanked me for being thoughtful and told me to call back the…

It's also important to mention a few precursors, I think. Sneakers, for instance, was inspired by an early hacking incident known as Cap'n Crunch, a man who learned that the whistle in the titular cereal box had the same frequency as a dial tone in the 70s, which enabled him to make free long distance calls. This is…