Fuck yes to Louis CK
I've been a fan of that motherfucker ever since that Young Comedian's HBO special he popped up back in the mid-'90s. Nobody has ever made the phrase, "Fuck YOOOU, buuuuddy!" sound as funny.

Lovers of Hate?
That makes them… LOVE HATERS! HATERS OF LOVE! But… don't everybody want somebody to love?

Yes, she was amazing in both FREEWAY and DRIVE. ("I'd rock your uvula!") FREEWAY in particular needs to be seen by everyone ever.

BLOOD FREAK is one of the best things in the history of ever. Its incompetence is so whole-hearted that it starts to feel like inspiration. Paper-mache turkey-head monster FTW.

Maybe not the best examples
'Cause I wasn't planning on watching either of those things no matter how large the distribution window. They could have come out on video the same day as their theatrical release, for the size of the fuck I give.

No more tears, you're a big boy now.

If you wish to understand the hate, surrender ninety minutes of your life to his film WIREY SPINDELL. Then tell me you don't wanna find him and beat him to death with a sack of rusty doorknobs.

Two things:
1) Where the hell is DEVIL'S ANGELS? John Cassavetes as the leader of a rough-and-tumble biker gang! You can't go wrong. (Actually, you can't — it's a pretty good movie, another winner from the Corman stable. I presume it got skipped over because Corman got his due with THE WILD ANGELS. But still.)

So now…
…he's stealing shit from MCs in the Midwest? I mean, really.

"Maybe I'm just like my mother / She's never satisfied / Why do you scream when I touch it? / This is what it sounds like / When cunts cry."

Fuck yeah.
As much as I enjoyed MOVIES FOR THE BLIND, it's got nothing on the awesomeness of HELL'S WINTER. Good to know this is more of the latter than the former.

He's not a skyscraper. He's just a loser that nobody likes. And he's not always that big - electricity makes him huge.

That's the feeling I got.
That the whole point was that Rogers' film was unfinished because it never really could be and meant something only to him. Olch does what he can, but the point never emerges. So all that's there is a mess of footage.

Oh, Eddie.
Every year, that red jumpsuit seems further and further in the past.

"I GOT FIVE DOLLA SAY YOU SUCK MY DICK FO' TWENTY DOLLA!" What a strangely appropriate epitaph. RIP, Mr. Carradine. I thought (read: hoped and wished) you were gonna live forever.

Key word here is "trying."
Miss Biel, for all her effort, has the talent and range of a plate of cold chicken salad. You wouldn't hire a construction worker to perform open-heart surgery, because he doesn't have the skills to do it. So why let the chick from 7TH HEAVEN try to essay Noel Coward?

He is dancing, dancing.
Now this is a fuckin' book. I can't even get into how drained I felt by the time I finished it.

As in Wikipedia - cinema as historical Cliff's Notes.

Ask and ye shall receive!

"You said rape twice."
"I like rape."