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A master indeed. Ace in the Hole is one of his absolute greatest works.

Barely adequate. Time to watch In The Shadow of Kilimanjaro once again.

Maybe a Welsh band, an offshoot of Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci or the Super Furry Animals.

But what is the Rhys-Davies quotient?

I’ve never been someone who dramatically announces their self-removal from a web community, and I’m not going to become one now. But I’ve been reading this site for something like fifteen years, under my current name and previous personas like Burl, and I’ve even had several pieces published here; and this article,…

What, you’ve never been to Minnamar?

Yes, I’ve long thought this. The craving these people were feeling before pumpkinboy came along was not so much for respect as it was for self-respect. With his nitwitted bellowing, he made them feel smart - an alien feeling for them - and thus proud of themselves, and this was, and is, a drug they can not get enough…

Maybe he’ll start a little book club, and he can be president of that.

If they were going to make changes from the original story, they should have gone all the way and made it Arte Johnson, rather than Arne Johnson, who gets possessed. He could have played the role just as he played Renfield in the terrifying horror classic Love At First Bite.

What is it with apples and apples?

Missing in the lake, still.

Sometimes it’s not so easy to be Fearless Leader.

Burt Old.

An underground parking lot?

I guess they do, but I can’t help but wonder why. The king of all control freaks, Kubrick, who was well qualified to be a DOP if he wanted to be, didn’t shoot his own movies. Nicolas Roeg gave it up two films into his directing career and hired other cinematographers thereafter; Doug Liman did the same. Jack Cardiff…

One major problem with this house: it’s in Houston. I guess that’s better than Tattooine, though. Maybe?

Well those kids were pretty young as I recall! But maybe. As for the Marines, this was in Canada - we don’t have Marines.

Hardly any cinematographer-turned-directors shoot their own movies. I get the feeling they’re quite happy to trust someone else to do it. I have found myself in the last category, and that was hard. As for your middle category, that’s the one that makes the least sense to me. They’re the director! They already have…

This is a while ago now, but I went to see an advance screening of Full Metal Jacket, which the theatre chain, in its wisdom, had figured might pair well with another movie they had going. That movie? Ernest Goes to Camp. The theatre was full of families there to see Ernest and this second feature they’d never heard…