Summer Breeze makes anything better. 

Thank you for complimenting me on my good taste Mr. or Ms., um, McCunt.  

Contemplation of what “a canning piece of casting” could mean is the only thing I got from this list.  

The lack of Dazed and Confused here is a real problem.

Pat Garrett is oddly good despite the relative lack of lyrics from a guy known for them.  

Yikes. Chef at a five star restaurant to threatening celebrities is quite a fall.  Look after your mental health folks, and take it seriously.  It almost certainly won’t involve Benedict Cumberbatch, but this kind of thing could happen to you.  

Some Roger Rabbit shit with Hamill doing a kooky toon voice would have been so much better than what we got.

Imagine not talking about the Imagine video.  It’s easy if you try.  

We may not need another hero, but sometimes we get one anyway.

You sir.  Are twelve.  

The Old Testament God baby!  

From that day on, when you open a can of Coke, there will be a live frog inside it...

It sounds like absolute hell to me, but then I’m in a place where a nice hotel stay involves getting the fuck away from my (lovely! wonderful!) children and experiencing precious, precious silence for once in life.

Looking over the actual written reviews, it seems more like we’re trending decidedly mixed, with a general consensus that Mangold is distinctly not Spielberg, even slummy, trot-out-the-horse Spielberg.  Which is too bad.  

I actually think people are less arbitrarily snobbish about music than they once were. At least in the 90s there were very specific cultural camps signified by music. If you liked Alice In Chains, you automatically distained Whitney Houston.  If someone said they liked all kinds of music, you had to do a little check…

I would be much more interested in this article.  

Depends on how well the structure holds together and how much I need it to I suppose.  

Maybe I should...watch it again? I remember liking it, with its Rosie O’Donnell rants and Stones needle drops. It just seems to fit a bad pattern with Portman.

It is a trope isn’t it? Even if it doesn’t take on sexual dimensions, there is a comfort fantasy for adults couched in a kids-say-the-darnedest-things sort of humor. It’s also a short-cut to portraying kids as complete, complex human beings who just happen to be at a different developmental place.  But, you know, that…