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I’ve only seen the first half-hour of the original Picnic At Hanging Rock, but I’m assuming that, since it’s an Australian film, it ends with a bunch of hooting yahoos with a spotlight on the rollbar of their pickup truck chasing someone through the desert.

Unless you’re young enough to think “CGI” = “any kind of special effect,” you should probably know that there’s only about a minute or so of CGI in T2. The rest of the film, including a good chunk of the T-1ooo effects, was accomplished with traditional filmmaking methods like stunts, pyrotechnics, animatronics,

Remember when it used to stand for “Hey Beastmaster’s On!”?

I tried really hard with that show. Most of the time I’ll give a show three episodes before I give up. This one I watched the whole season. Every time it started growing on me, it would immediately do something stupid that turned me off again. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Even the last episode, which I

I’ve had decent luck with their horror movies recently, but it’s possible I just got lucky and picked their only watchable ones.

It has become clear to me that contemporary pop music is nothing more than a modern saturnalia. A Lord/Lady of Misrule is anointed and briefly celebrated for very mild and purely ornamental flaunting of mores and traditions, and then immediately banished and/or publicly stoned so as to reenforce the virtue of the

Dude. Whoa.

Thank you for being a hero to all of us by challenging the institutional bias caused by five people randomly showing up to a chatroom and not being diverse enough for you, Ludicrous Caricature Of A Liberal Sprung To Life From A Republican’s Fever Dreams.

You’re right, this impromptu group of culturally and professionally disparate people who came together through pure serendipity to do something positive and adorable really ought to check its privilege.

You got a better way to get him to go to sleep?

George likes his hot takes spicy!

“I nearly made it through an entire screening without puking. We are truly living in a golden age of cinema.”

My favorite part of that bit isn’t the bit itself, but the callback to it like a half-hour later when you see the detective in the background laughing to himself as he waits for John Saxon to discover it. It just seems so true to life. Yeah, there’s a murderer on the loose, but you’re still gonna bust a gut when your

I don’t want to knock the other interpretations (well, Kate Bosworth as the Max Fischer Players version of the character was pretty bad) but they all feel pretty straight down the middle. They’re what you’d expect Ace Reporter Lois Lane to act like. Kidder was on some other shit. It’s a character performance, not a

I’m a major De Palma fan and Sisters is great (I’ve used “I thought you said you lived in New York” every time I’ve ever met anyone from Staten Island) and her performance is definitely more important to that one than she is to Black Christmas. But Black Christmas is probably my favorite horror movie of all time, so

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She is justly remembered for playing the only Lois Lane who seemed like an actual person and not a love interest-shaped placeholder, but to me her career high point was Black Christmas, in which she played the absolute best mean drunk bitch in cinema history. She’s funny, callous, and weirdly, totally sympathetic. One

Because it is the least realistic cop show in the history of cop shows. That includes Cop Rock.

Well, of course he is. They asked him to, and you can’t piss on hospitality.

My favorite is Double Impact, where one JCVD twin grows up in Hong Kong and the other grows up in France and yet they both have Belgian accents.