If that’s a current picture, then he actually looks remarkably younger in real life than in the two shows I’ve seen him in (Bleak House and Sherlock).

There’s a Principal Skinner quote that comes to mind...

I really wanted to like Soul, but the film just never gelled emotionally.

Properly cured and maintained cast iron cookware takes almost no effort to clean.  Almost everything rinses right out, and the few bits of browned food left over come out with only a small amount of light scrubbing.

Incidentally, there’s apparently a sign at the beach Vierville-sur-Mer (aka Omaha Beach) asking tourists not to take any sand as a souvenir. It seems too many tourists were copying his character from the movie.  US Customs doesn’t allow the importation of sand or soil anyway, so it would be trashed at the airport upon…

Aneurysms are almost always silent, until they suddenly rupture.

“but instead they made the villain essentially a toddler throwing a tantrum while holding a loaded gun, which to me is far more interesting and frightening.”

“Considering the franchise has gone 10 and 15 years between movies before and still made lots of money.”

With frontotemporal dementia, he was probably aware, he just loses his ability to express himself. 

It’s somewhat similar to Alzheimer’s, but with more specific symptoms in the earlier stages.  So, maybe not as bad initially, because the patient retains certain cognitive abilities.  But like Alzheimer’s, everything start to go towards the end.

I saw that Faneuil Hall replica in 2018 as I walked by. It was closed at 6 PM on a weeknight in March, and looked like it hadn’t been open in a week or so.

I know there was a Beck TV show in Sweden, but I never saw it, other than an intense stare from the lead actor in a brief preview.  I guess I’ll need to check it out now.

If we’re including Nordic Noir, I would throw in Kurt Wallander, because technically, some of the Swedish TV adaptations of Henning Mankel’s novels were also released theatrically. Much better than the Millenium trilogy, which is basically author self-insertion into a typical Nordic Noir setting.

The Three Musketeers was the film when I first noticed what you might call an “asymmetric pairing”. Michael York is really kind of... well, scraggly looking and almost even ugly in that film. Which means, of course, that smoking hot Raquel Welch throws herself at him.

I’m that guy that always has to mention this...

(Psst, yes it is true, but probably best not to advertise that fact...)

“When Will WE Finally Leave Britney Spears Alone?”

Didn’t Children of Men end on a hopeful note?

I think Peter Docter is the only one still there full time. Andrew Stanton mostly just floats around the Disney empire. Brad Bird could be available as a hired gun if they wanted him back.  Joe Ranft is dead, Lee Unkrich retired.  And we all know what happened to that other guy.

Or, an echoing, high octave, minor key, slow piano version.