Meanwhile, I threaten to quit my job if I don’t get a raise and receive a resounding “Well, nice working with you.”

For functionality, music for psychedelic therapy seems more likely to succeed at what it’s trying to do than music for airports. Airports will never be soothing places.

...a scene in which Tony Soprano (James Gandolfini) finds Zimmerman in bed with one of Tony’s girlfriends and whips him with a belt.

I buy this take. Like Raiders verses with other Indiana Jones movies, the first Ghostbusters had a tiny bit of an edge that the other movies didn’t, even if it still balanced that edge with plenty of comedy. I’m not sure you take that balance a) out of the 80s, b) out of the lightning in a bottle that was that movie.…

Well we can only hope this engenders a revival of appreciation for SNL’s 90s “Tiny Elvis” skits.

The problem I have with this stuff is that at one point or another it all ends up being the Jews’ fault.

I’m just saying that in Goodfellas Joe Pesci’s Tommy was supposed to start out in his early 20s even though actor was in his mid- to late-40s and looked like he was in his mid- to late-40s. It didn’t matter. You snicker about it for a second and move on. Suspension of disbelief is superior enough to prosthetics and…

It is great but it is depressing. These characters are at best clinging to a dysfunctional community that accepts them when the world won’t, but still doesn’t treat them very well. At worst, they’re caught in a fairly horrific downward spiral. Buck’s relative good luck notwithstanding.

I’m not. 

Stretch out with your feelings, amirite?  

I don’t think we’re in for no movies ever but meeting in the middle, I’ll take fewer movies over the former plan of one per year ad infinitum.

I watched Paris, Texas because I love the soundtrack and got sucked in completely. You know you can trust a movie that stars not one but both Deans of General Awesomeness.  RIP.

I literally can’t stop looking at this picture.

My Dinner With Shaw?  

Thirty years folks.  Thirty years.  I don’t want to acknowledge it either.  

$15 for a birthday greeting on Cameo!  

I know who Chris “CT” Tamburello is.

I mean, I got it. 

There is no dark side of the moon, really.  Matter of fact it’s all dark.  

Granted he looked like he was micronapping while getting his arm hacked off...