Pegg states that when he heard JJ was directing The Force Awakens, he was "immediately on the phone" with Abrams to arrange an appearance.

That tofu was stolen from Michelle Obama's salad.

What bothers me is the fanboy culture of appropriation exhibited by Pegg (and Abrams): it's not enough to appreciate and honor something by writing an original extension; you instead feel the need take the thing itself, possess it, rewrite it, and if at all possible, be in it as well. (I just watched a doc on Star…

Holy shit! That IS Harry Nilsson!

In the early days of CD-ROMs, you could buy magazines that came with a CD filled with "crapware": software that was freely available on the still-nascent internet, just collected and repackaged in a nice, shiny disk.

Muscle Shoals and The Wrecking Crew are two great docs about the music industry. Kind of like behind-the-scenes for what were probably significant moments of your life (assuming you listen to music.)

Hm. I had one, but it didn't work right, since it would wobble back and forth when you went uphill. (I grew up in a very hilly suburb.)

Barb guardianship of Nancy (she chides her with "this isn't you" as she's led up the stairs by Steve) pegged her in my mind as the contentious sort who could get away with sleeping over at a friend's house, even on a school night.

I'm pleased and happy to announce that John Goodman is still alive. (I had a brief, Taboola-induced moment of panic.) Carry on.

Dicey. The chemistry here is lightening in a bottle; tampering with it might be a huge mistake. (Think True Detective, season two.)

Remarkable in so many ways. But the casting is incredible: how did they manage to assemble such an appealing group of kids, whose work together seems so effortless?

A girl loses it to Foreigner.

OST: Tangerine Dream.

I walked into Super 8 expecting an original work of intelligent science-fiction, a pretty rare thing these days. What I got instead…a pastiche of all those Spielberg-suburbia films I grew up watching…was by no means bad, just weirdly unnecessary. I mean, Spielberg post Jaws blows chronic nostalgia, so an homage is…

Yes, or "The Puppet Masters" by Heinlein. Probably more of the latter, since (if I remember right), the parasites could be yanked from their hosts.

But they have corn! Highly inflammable corn!

I never would have made the Carpenter link until I read this review, though the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

See the film before reading this review. While it's a nice review, it reveals way too much, and with this one you're better off going in cold.

Cinemax?

No doubt this sucks.