“If you’re famous, I don’t — for the life of me — I don’t understand why any famous person would ever be on Twitter. Because first of all, the worst thing you can do is make yourself more available, right? Because you’re going to be available to
everybody.

Caddyshack has an ensemble cast; Back to School is Rodney's baby.

Man…most of these are pathetic.
The mention of penis size in a derogatory fashion—what's the female equivalent: flat-chested, fat-ass?—should invoke a sort of Godwin's Law for diss-offs. Same should apply to homophobia. (See anti-Morrissey songs.)

Oliver Stone’s JFK, for one, presents an “alternate version” of the Kennedy assassination that’s so convoluted and unlikely, it has the effect of affirming the Warren Commission’s findings.

For some reason, I hear Jack White covering "Eep opp ork ah-ah" in my head.

Actually, some of the originals need to be permanently laid to rest. (I'm looking at you, "Imagine".)
As for covers, Hendrix, Devo, Ryan Adams, John Cale/Jeff Buckley, and Joey Ramone have already made the definitive cover versions of "All Along the Watchtower", "Wonderwall", "Hallellujah" and "What a Wonderful World",…

Generally don't dig sax in popular music. But I definitely prefer Galaxie 500's "Blue Thunder" with sax. Oh, yeah.

Every new thing I read about Ian Mackaye and Guy Picciotto just makes them seem more and more insufferable. They should start a band with Keith Jarrett.

Spot-on, Mr. Modell. Spot-on.

"And while she’s stereotypically hapless when it comes to dating, she’s thankfully allowed to be competent in her job."

Reality shows depend on the delusional; the punk rock ethos taken to its ugliest conclusion: “Hey, if that talentless clown can be on TV and become famous, why can’t I?” According to a 2007 article in The Economist, 1 of every 7 teenagers in the UK hoped to become famous via reality television. Ugh.

TGE, as someone who also hates musicals—tho I have a soft spot for "Surrey With The Fringe On Top" from Oklahoma—I would love, love love, love, love to get your take on that show "Cop Rock". Oh, what a turd!

I enjoyed the movie but I’ve felt this way for the last 25 years: yeah, not nominating Do The Right Thing may have been a faux pas but the outcry over not being awarded Best Picture—had it been nominated, of course—has always seemed to me one of the most blatant and emptiest gestures of white guilt I’ve ever come…

"Why did the Academy reward the most pandering, ridiculous, borderline-offensive story possible with its highest award?"

"Seth Meyers is so establishment that it may as well be Lorne Michaels sitting in front of that desk."

Hart might be the more interesting songwriter of the two, but I find his output a tad more spotty than Mould's. Then again, I'm the guy who likes Black Sheets of Rain, so…

This observation is a purely sonic one; nothing to do with his dexterity on the instrument:

Expected more from Les.
Oh, well…

"It’s one of those songs where it either affects you exactly the way they intended it to, or you don’t buy into it. If you don’t buy into it, you…" don't listen to it anymore and that's that.

That 4 album run from Head on the Door to Wish is breathtaking.