Doubt there are any Raleigh-ites on here, but it's refreshing to see the Lincoln Theatre hosting two bands that are contemporarily relevant. This venue is notorious for featuring bands that time forgot about (or cover bands), which is unfortunate because it's one of the better midsize concert halls in the Triangle…

If only Johnny Marr still played like Johnny Marr.

Reno 227

If this was truly scary, Michael would be leaving more than hand prints on the teen daughter's sheets.

Emily Blunt plays into my weakness for brunettes and girls with British accents.

I know. I used to be like 'why is she with THAT guy?' But, I kind of get it now. And yes, John Krasinski could totally kick my ass. Never thought I'd utter that phrase.

As much as Netflix kept pushing that show in my face, I'm not that desperate… for entertainment.

I'll settle for real bands, real cocaine and fake Ray Romano.

I noticed it was on Netflix a while back. I thought about giving it another shot, but couldn't quite bring myself to do it.

I saw Escape From LA in the theater for free and still felt ripped off. And I'm a John Carpenter apologist.

Midnight Oil had some solid albums. I'm going to date myself, but Blue Sky Mining got a lot of airplay in my boombox back in the day. If I recall, the cassette itself was even blue, which in retrospect is cheesy, but it was cool at the time.

He finally found his niche.

Isn't it funny how the artifice of 70's movies isn't nearly as distracting as that of modern movies? Even obvious miniatures and matte paintings don't annoy me nearly as much as shit that looks like a video game.

It really was. I bought it on dvd and that's something I seldom do with new movies. It also kind of made me reevaluate some of Keanu's other flicks.

I agree. I'm not a fan of CGI in general, but digital blood annoys the shit out of me. I'd rather see fake blood on the level of the opening of Dawn of the Dead. And as much as I love Romero, that looked like straight up red paint.

Between this thread and last night's multiple threads about Punky Brewster's boobs, I'm feeling some major nostalgia for my younger, pervy self. It almost makes me teary-eyed.

I never get tired of that fucking movie.

I saw Mannequin in the theater when I was in elementary school and that scene of her in the lingerie is burned into my mind.

Ricky, please tell me you're kidding. I rely on you for being familiar with all of the 80's cheese.

Glad to see the sounds of 1996 still alive and well in the music of 2016.