Slicing the palm of the hand when blood is needed for some ritual, spell, rite or sacrifice. I cannot list the number of shows and movies that do that. It is always the palm. Why?

I didn't like the premise that a series of very old cave pictures of a man pointing at stars is seen not only as evidence of aliens that seeded life on earth but also as a map to their home planet.

By the time the women were running in straight lines trying to escape the rolling ship, I was actively angry and yelling at the screen. And I'm very forgiving of movies (you have to be nowdays).

"Chariots of the Gods" was the least of this movie's problems, really. It's at least a valid SF premise. The real problem is that everybody came out of suspension clenching the Idiot Ball.

I couldn't decide how I felt about this movie. On the way out of the theater a bird shit on me. That settled the debate for me.

The rumor started because it's true. In the US version, Kong roars and the American guy says something like, "There's no sign of Godzilla." Kong wins.

I imagine the headlines after my death will contain the words "spontaneous combustion" and "thousands unaccounted for"

This one.

I made fun of CCR's Bad moon rising. But i changed the lyrics to "Theres a bathroom on the right". If i sit down i think i can come up with lyrics to the rest of the song with someone having stomach problems and there is a bathroom on the right.

Way to stick with achievable goals!

I see a baboon a risin'

wow. I'm imaging a huge orca diving off a building and trying to land in a haystack right now.

People, you really need to lighten up. It's the weekend.

He was pretty good in Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Why would you want to take over a planet that's 75% of poison to your species?

Maybe Spike Lee can tweet someone's address.

I'm just reiterating what I said in my reply to Lough's essay (#12), but here's the deal: Magical realism ≠ Genre Fantasy. If you read Helprin's novel expecting an urban fantasy or a steampunk novel, you will be roundly disappointed and/or confused. The magical stuff is not supposed to be consistent; stuff just…

I thought the same! - and the chandelier, candle holder, dancer...

A few years ago I was on a flight from Chicago back home. I sat on the aisle of a 3 seat row and next to me were two women in their 70s. You could tell they'd known each other forever and were the kind of women I think of as Broads. Ballsy ladies that had madcap adventures in old movies.