You know what, we really don’t.

Dylan denies the connections between the songs and his health scare for one good reason. The album was completed months before he got sick. Some of Dylan’s denials ring hollow (he says that Blood on the Tracks isn’t about the disintegration of his marriage), not this one.

I would die happy if media companies started an annual tradition of random crossovers (say, as a Christmas thing) just for the hell of it. Captain Kirk hangs out with Wammawink! Stewie and Chewie go on a road trip to Vegas! John Wick visits Downton Abbey and doesn’t kill anyone!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The discourse cannot hear the discourser;
Blogs fall apart; the clickthrough rate cannot hold;
Mere snark is loosed upon the world

Yup. The bottle movies were great. 

You know how Mad Max: Fury Road was really more Furiosa’s movie? They don’t even have to do a spinoff, just have whoever the next Bond is in the background, occasionally quipping, drinking, or punching someone (or all three at once, as you please) while it’s secretly Paloma’s movie.

“And yet the discourse continues, inevitable as the tides, trapping us in the unceasing whirlpool in perpetuity,” said the whirlpool.

You really do think?

Remember not to put the car salesman under contract, so that when your movie is more successful than anyone had a right to expect he can walk away from the franchise and tank his career.

Yeah but you’re flying way under the radar for contemporary AV Club writers.

They dated for two years in 1992? Damn, Canada is even weirder than I thought.

We’re talking about movies; not picking up orphans from every country you visit like they’re collectable spoons.

I think by that you mean every sportswriter, columnist and politician between the ages of 60 and 40

To be fair Ronnie Wood will always be in The Faces AFAIC.

To my surprise, he’s also quite wrong about the details of Exile in Main St., while it’s supposed to be the final and best entry on the list, which would justify more work into it. He indulges into the myth that the album was conceived in a villa on the French. It was the case for half the backing tracks on that…

Garsh, thanks misther!

It never ceases to amuse me how comparing LOTR to Christianity makes Christianity seem even more like made-up nonsense.

What a waste of a leg. I’m burying that thing in my neighbor’s garden, making an anonymous call to the police about a commotion and strange digging in the middle of the night, and quietly leaving the country.

Right, because that’s what happens when you have your leg amputated. They just let you keep it.

Agreed. I got pretty tired of Bond. Casino Royals and Skyfall were great, but the others were just kind of cookie cutter Bond movies.