It's pretty good.
Kind of falls apart at the end, but in terms of black comedy and general weirdness, Trash Fire is solid stuff.
I was pleasantly surprised when I caught it at a festival.

Actually, he's pretty goddmamn great in this movie.
In this flick he might be the Worlds Most Miserable Movie Prick since David Thewlis in Naked.

Ugh.

Yeah, that line in the article was just wrong.
Giger hadn't been in the best of health for a while.
And, no, I don't mean mental.

The clear solution to Chipotle's problems is to start selling cocaine.

"… tap shoes!?!? You know I can't dance, you little bastard."

Well, also worth noting is that in the UK, Peeping Tom predated Psycho by a couple of months.

Because how someone died is more interesting than how they lived?
Great idea!

Are you kidding?
The internet is just as predictable as The Walking Dead.
Most of these gripers will watch it, or not, and still come back here to bitch about how horrible and dumb the show is.

Based on skewed messaging alone, how does this propaganda not get an "F?"
And, better still, why review it all, especially if you aren't going to find Onion-snarky ways to mine jokes from it?

I dig the vibe.
There is such a sameness to so many superhero films, it's nice to see something that promises something a little different.
And let's face it, the bar was set so low with Wolverine: Origins, it's kinda easy to improve.

I'm glad someone brought it up.
From the moment of Cox's casting I had issue, but goddamned if I was going to cross that minefield.
Actors are actors and should be allowed to go for most any part,…. buuuuttttt…. in this case it feels both like a slight to Cox's identity and an ill fit for the role, especially if they…

Me and my avatar shure hope not.

I recently got around to seeing Lords Of Salem and rather enjoyed it.
But, goddamn, if his complete lack of basic storytelling skills doesn't nearly kill the movie.
It needed just one extra wrinkle to make for some suspense, an arc, like emphasizing her past as a druggie being blamed for all the witchy business.
But…

It really is one of the few serial killer films that get's it right.
Tom Harris and the like had Hollywood convinced that killers have some weird, cerebral, idiosyncratic reasons for killing.
But really it just boils down to basic depravity, power, sex, money if you can get it.

But, seriously, I bet if you polled people, more than one viewer soils themselves every time an episode of Kevin Can Wait airs.
And you know to ain't from laughter.

She's about as big as a cookie.
Seriously, chick is tiny.

R.I.P.

My finely-honed dancers instincts always keep me keenly aware of when I can spot a flock of Twyla Tharp's in the wild.

It's really odd to see older Jeopardy, before he became such a pop culture asshole.
I think post that (and Win Ben Steins Money) the show has attempted to make itself lighter, less dry.
Trebek trying to be playful is probably worse than when he was just a sobering jerk, seems less honest.