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I can’t believe no one has referenced the greatest trailer of all time, the one for Jerry Seinfeld’s Comedian, which not only hilariously sends up the ‘in a world’ trope but also features Mr Voiceover Man himself, Hal Douglas.

Freaky Friday takes its premise from a comic novel by F. Anstey from 1882 called Vice Versa, in which a father and son switch bodies: the father has to go off to boarding school and the son has to run his father’s business.

Had a chance to finally see Peter Jackson’s 2018 documentary They Shall Not Grow Old - in an actual movie theatre, no less - and it left me in tears. Absolutely stunning. The moment when the footage goes from grainy, jerky black and white to natural-looking colour - all the jerkiness smoothed out - had members of the

I was coming here to say just that. Thank you.

Yes, some people here in Canada gripe about not having electronic voting, but there’s no way anyone can hack a paper ballot.

He’s 22 now, so I suspect that ship has long since sailed.

I thank my mom, who had a similar philosophy to your parents: she let me watch the original King Kong when I was about seven, and when I was nine we watched The Haunting (1963 version) on TV while my dad was away (Mom loved horror films; Dad, who was a Mountie, disliked them, presumably because he saw enough horror dur

No, he didn’t know anything about the film, so when the shower scene came around it was a complete surprise. I had more fun watching my son’s face as everything played out than I did re-watching the film.

When my son was about 10 or 11 Psycho came on TCM one afternoon. We watched TCM a fair bit, so he was always fine with older, black and white films. I’d read him many of the Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators books when he was younger, and talked abut who Hitchcock was, and he’d already seen The Lady Vanishes

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“The Boogie-Woogie Man” by Pee Wee Hunt, heard here as performed by the Casa Loma Orchestra.

Shawshank is such a great film, for so many reasons, but a detail I always appreciate that doesn’t get much mention is that even though it covers 20 years, no one seems to age appreciably. It could be seen as a flaw, but it was the right decision not to go with a lot of aging make-up that would probably have been

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This brought to mind Tom Lehrer’s ‘Vatican Rag’; I’m sure if he were writing it today the eRosary would rate a mention. ‘First you get down on your knees / Fiddle with your eRosaries / The app is just what you’d expect, so / Genuflect, genuflect, genuflect.’

The Sting is one of those movies where, if I stumble across it playing on TV, no matter what part they’re at I watch to the end. It’s endlessly delightful, the script is razor-sharp, there’s not an actor in it who isn’t perfectly cast and at the top of their game, it looks great, the music - while not really

Me too. Looking through the list, I had all sorts of memories of my mom taking me to see films like Bedknobs and Broomsticks and Robin Hood and The Jungle Book when they were first released, and catching up with things like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea when they aired on TV. Also, watching the Ichabod Crane part of Ich

Yes to all the African Queen mentions, which is the first thing I thought of (and yes, the scene of Johnson kicking the engine cemented that). Not so much Romancing the Stone, though, as the Brendan Fraser-Rachel Weisz The Mummy (particularly the scene where Blunt is on the ladder in the museum).

Yes to all the African Queen mentions, which is the first thing I thought of (and yes, the scene of Johnson kicking the engine cemented that). Not so much Romancing the Stone, though, as the Brendan Fraser-Rachel Weisz The Mummy (particularly the scene where Blunt is on the ladder in the museum).

Yes to all the African Queen mentions, which is the first thing I thought of (and yes, the scene of Johnson kicking the engine cemented that). Not so much Romancing the Stone, though, as the Brendan Fraser-Rachel Weisz The Mummy (particularly the scene where Blunt is on the ladder in the museum).

I suspect that the day I hear Alex Trebek has died will be like the day I learned Roger Ebert had died: I no longer exist in a world where Trebek/Ebert live. And I will cry.

“Lorry” isn’t particularly Cockney, but it is British. My (British) husband moved to Canada 23 years ago, and retained some distinctly British words (lorry, bins, windscreen) while taking on board previously unknown Canadian words.

We definitely need this now. It looks wonderful.