Terrific score, from its interpolation of rock elements into the jazz-suspense base to the use of electric piano for the criminals reveling in their ill-gotten gains.

I found A Quiet Place effectively creepy and yet, at the same time, I’m like, “Jesus H. Christ! Why would you knowingly bring something that makes noise into a world of creatures that kill by sound?”.

It may be strange, but this film has become something of a Super Bowl Sunday ritual for me. Terrific thriller. Given the kind of film it is, Oscars may have been out of the question, but watch the scene where Bruce Dern breaks down after having to tell Marthe Keller that he was replaced as pilot and tell me he wasn’t…

Summon the Huntsman...

If Can You Ever Forgive Me? doesn’t convince you of McCarthy’s talent, then literally nothing will.

I wouldn’t have phrased it as maliciously, but yeah, nail on the head.

And rape metaphors aside, The China Probrem just plain pales in comparison to Free Hat. The commentary is much sharper and the gags (Spielberg as Belloq, the nonsensical ‘chill his hot heart with a fresh island song’ runner) are funnier. God, do I miss South Park firing on all cylinders.

“Is it true that there is a point on a man’s head where, if you shoot it, it will blow up?”

*thinks it over a moment*

I caught the director’s cut last month. The make-up was impressive and Danny Elfman’s score was terrific, but...can we talk about how shitty a villain Dr. Decker is? Not just as a bad person, but as a badly conceived character.

I saw Stripes for the first time last year. Some funny moments. Very clunky storytelling. Seriously, you can trace everything bad that happens in the film back to Bill Murray and Harold Ramis sexually harrassing MPs PJ Soles and Sean Young.

Soul had some awesome designs and affecting moments, but it will never not be distracting that the film had to turn into Monkeybone to get to them.

I have no doubt that Judy would’ve been wonderful in Annie Get Your Gun. Certainly better than Betty Hutton. If the stuff with the Native Americans doesn’t make you cringe (and it’s pretty bad), Hutton’s mugging will.

Watched this quite a bit. I distinctly remember two reruns airing in the mid-90s with ties to The Brady Bunch (the movie had just come out): one featured cast members (can’t remember which ones) and the other was a weird tribute to Susan ‘Cindy’ Olsen. Good times.

So it’s not just Chuck Woolery? Jesus H. Christ.

I know, right? It’s like Lorenzo Semple, Jr. hated her guts or something. It’s a testament to Lange’s talent that she had a career after that.

Pretty sure they attempted a mix of Tweety and mysteries some 20 years ago. It didn’t end well.

So depressing that this film was ignored at Oscar time. Terrific work from Murphy and Snipes was hysterical. Can’t wait for Coming 2 America.

Also, Get on Up and The Girl on the Train. She and Taylor are pretty tight.