I'm not defending Paul's sentiment, any more than yours. I'm just pointing out that, should violent rhetoric lead to actual commonplace violence, that playing field will favor the sort of folks who like Paul. So even though a cynical creep could argue that such rhetoric is in Paul's interest, it's still not in the…

This review made me glum, and now I need to pick up a Travis McGee book to feel better.

These are all very well (or at least a lot less controversial) when people broadly agree on the issues at hand. If kidnapping and slavery were commonplace and had a substantial fandom, violence would suddenly become quite the double-edged sword, and far from obviously prudent.

There's a too-fine-by-half line between that argument and saying "the ends trump the means." Some things are more defensible when deployed against people you disapprove of? There's a non-trivial number of folks out there who'd disapprove of you, or of me. Pardon me if I dislike such ugly precedents in general,…

Wasn't Red Shoe Diaries on Showtime, not HBO?

No apologies needed, really. He made the movie the studio wanted; if he hadn't been the director, Batman & Robin would have still been a smoking pile of crap, one with with a touch less visual stylishness.

Obviously, someone gave a Faulknerian manchild a movie camera and a brief summary of Brecht's "alienation" theory.

This movie sounds almost like an inverse Synecdoche, New York … or like some weird, Borges-like attempt to infect its viewers with unreality. I almost have to watch it now, and then check whether my apartment has cardboard boxes that weren't there before, and whether all my books still have their original covers &…

Newmar was Stupefyin' … but, then, wasn't she always?

R.I.P., Woody. Mr. West, you always seemed like a cool guy. Could you do Mr. Hardy a solid and hang out with Woody until the two of them get reunited? It would be superheroic of you.

The Hammer version had its moments.

You won't be laughing when the second Remo Williams movie finally hits theatres.

Growing up, I knew a cockatoo who loved the color green (no idea why). If unwatched, he'd sneak up to the TV and twist the Tint knob all the way to green with his beak. Then, he'd jerk the knob out of the panel and run away with it happily.

Before it's too late, I propose we burn anything S. Clay Wilson ever drew.

Oh, I'm capable of putting up with them as need be. Even … the most unpleasant specimens.

Modern life can be tough when formality comes naturally to you. Not only do I dislike casual hugging, I detest it when strangers call me by my first name.

Maybe also to help encourage a situation where Hector will require the pills.

I HAD TO LIVE THROUGH THEM SO YOU GODDAMN WELL GET TO ALSO.

"I edgelorded too close to the Sun."

Not looking forward to those side missions in the Aztek.