Had the same experience watching it recently. “Oh THAT thing!” every twenty minutes or so. Sincerely attempted but not quite realized depth, questionable but creative effects, and 70s grain are my pleasure points, so I had a good time.  And yes, it’s an ambitious finale.  

He was Tom Cruise good. Diminished slightly by the facial work that makes him just a touch less expressive, but he always delivers even if he’s delivering basically the same thing. It’s always a matter of how well he’s using himself. And sometimes the right context makes him brilliant! I contend he’s better than…

The woman is 52 and still melts my eyeballs every time.

Oh, no reason except all of them.  

You have identified one of the awesome things about Titans: the random mismatchings of Mythological Stuff. There’s medieval castles, Roman uniforms, Minoan art in the basement of a Doric-era temple, Perseus is riding Pegasus instead of Bellerophon, and of course the Kraken is there on loan from freaking Norway. And of…

People don’t remember how strikingly original it was to include a bleeping robot as a sidekick in a hero’s journey fantasy epic in 1980.  Titans really broke the mold on that one.  

Look, when I cut off someone’s head, I use a sword. I don’t frisbee throw my shield.  Like, that might work Oddjob or whatever, but this isn’t the movies.  

I mean, he was right. It’s a riveting scene. I love that movie. It’s B fare that elevates the shit out of itself with an incredibly stacked cast and the Harryhausen of it all. I hope they never try to remake it, because they definitely haven’t already.

As one does. 

Could just mean your mom’s cool...

Thanks for the rec!

You know, there’s a very, very remote possibility, and I certainly don’t believe it, but still a possibility that, and stay with me here, Joni Mitchell might sometimes be just a tiny, tiny bit petty.  

You sort of figure she was either like, “I’m right here!” or, literally, “Get off my lawn!”  

I was genuinely confused, needed the clarification, and am now disappointed.  

Echo in the Canyon is not a perfect documentary or anything, but it does give a sense of the whole musical ecosystem around the Byrds, and how extensive and important it was. Following the threads to CSN and all that is Y, Buffalo Springfield, Gram Parsons and the Flying Burrito Brothers, the solo work of Crosby and…

Fans, incense, and towels under the door are absolutely foolproof methods that work every time, as anyone who has lived in a college dorm will tell you.

New Mexico, no less.

I’ll say this. The next Bond should go with a lighter approach in general. Love Craig’s broodiness but it’s played out now. ATJ has no particular sense of edge or danger, but maybe that’s because he’s the Roger Moore of his time and maybe that’s what we need now.  Maybe.  I said that.

Anything remotely appropriate would be a Shakespearean tragedy about the corrupting influence of fame. Jackson was a broken man who was allowed to turn into a monster. It would be a story of how a human lost his humanity, inside and out, by becoming a product. It could be interesting, but nothing the estate would…

They nailed it so much there was no longer a need for a Superman. Evans was perfect casting the way Christopher Reeve was back in the day and filled the same shoes culturally.