I've been aware that there's a thing called "Cop Rock" out there for a while, but holy fucking shit that Let's Be Careful Out There video. I'm in.

I've been aware that there's a thing called "Cop Rock" out there for a while, but holy fucking shit that Let's Be Careful Out There video. I'm in.

I'm powerfully afraid of the garbage disposal, but I can't link it back to a particular movie or show. Similar to the cars-on-prestige-dramas thing, ever since I saw Whiplash I get super anxious whenever a character is driving and they're being shot from the passenger side.

I ask you this, though: if the trajectory of her career had been better, would she ever have become a Drunk History MVP?

Speaking as a member of the Lawrence of Arabia group, this is one of the dumber things I've ever heard.

My sister's and my reaction (we're liberal New Englanders ourselves, for what it's worth) was "Aw geez X-Files, why are you even going there?" There wasn't anything mean-spirited about it, but we immediately thought it was kind of cringe-y and awkwardly handled, especially given the fact that it ultimately didn't…

After years of only really seeing Gillian Anderson in BBC adaptations of Victorian novels, it was really fantastic to see her jump into the comedy and silliness here so gamely. Duchovny never stopped being funny, but finding out that she's still got it was a delightful surprise.

Jesus, that Captain Howdy face. Gets me every time.

Films:
Mississippi Grind. Ben Mendelsohn is spectacular as always, but I was also impressed with Ryan Reynolds. I usually don't care for him, but I liked him in this.
The Road Warrior. Found the blu-ray in the bargain bin at Wal Mart and I couldn't leave it there. Bitchin as always.

I once heard someone say that the offensiveness of all instances of white people playing other races should be judged on a scale of Alec Guinness in Lawrence of Arabia to Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I kind of liked that.

A string quartet (or sextet, or octet, or whatever -tet it would have to be) doing Jonny Greenwood's There Will Be Blood score would be amazing. Preferably in an unusual location.

Speaking as a lifelong Star Wars fan, I have never, ever listened to a song and imagined Luke Skywalker was singing it because I didn't know what the artist looked like. This whole idea is fucking baffling to me.

If you were a DOP, and you had a preference (which you would if you were shooting movies for a living), and your budget was such that you could shoot either way without any problems, why wouldn't you use what you wanted to? Saying it's weird for a filmmaker to prefer a certain way of shooting is like saying it's weird…

Having shot plenty of HD video and a little bit of 16mm in my student days, if I was in a position where Disney was footing the bill for film stock, this wouldn't even be a question. Film is an expensive pain in the ass, but if you have infinite money and people to throw at a production, who gives a shit? Yeah,…

I just saw the film version a couple weeks ago, and though I was aware it was originally a play, it didn't occur to me how tricky that part must have been on stage. Now it's nagging at me, too.

I like that Young Frankenstein and Spaceballs are both on the list, because I usually use the former to illustrate why the latter doesn't do it for me. It all boils down to the love for the source material that gets talked about in the Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid entry. In Young Frankenstein, it's apparent that Mel…

I only saw this the one time in the theater so I'm not sure how I'd feel now, but I don't remember having the "man, fuck this movie" response that everyone else seems to have had. I certainly didn't think it was good, mind you, but I thought it was bad in such an idiosyncratic way that I felt compelled to keep…

Thursday night I was supposed to see some friends but we had to cancel, so I got martini drunk and watched Citizen Kane for the first time in about five years. It's still great, if anyone was wondering.

Those 50th anniversary restoration screenings were mind-blowing. I went to one in Boston and you could pick out individual grains of sand. One of my absolute favorite cinematic experiences.

I thought that one was great. The sequel's supposed to be terrible, though.