if it leads through a wormhole where Kirk Douglas, Sinatra and Cary Grant are all singing “Well, did you evah”, I’m in.
if it leads through a wormhole where Kirk Douglas, Sinatra and Cary Grant are all singing “Well, did you evah”, I’m in.
bad boy. BAD BOY. No treats for you, mister.
that “yes....” at the end speaks volumes...
oh man, when their voices harmonize....
double bill with Philadelphia Story! I’ve done it, it really works!
God, I love this movie. But Katies point about how awful the men are to Tracy is valid and points to the movies single flaw: it implies but doesn’t show how awful she is to everyone before the movie starts. The implication is that she was a truly terrible person (even her poor mom sighs deeply over that) but without…
Siri is flat out racist. My partner always has a great time with Siri’s misinterpretations of my regional British accent.
I lived there at the time, and I’m surprised - it was certainly on radio 1 a lot.
wasn’t it a UK number 1?
it can, but in this case, she could make scratching her arse look cool.
Bruce’s Dancing in the Dark needs a mention in there.
the cigarette isn’t cool - the woman holding it is cool.
that's a prerequisite class.
not really that weird - she’s just overthinking it because it’s the 28th time she’s done since she got stuck in that bathroom.
I’m looking for the “Loved Fleabag hated Killing Eve” support group - anyone know which room that's in?
The outsider success of Billy Jack is worth celebrating but we should also acknowledge the unusual achievement of Fiddler on the Roof: a Broadway musical with no stars featuring no-one who had any previous movie success, and a remarkably downbeat last 30 minutes. And it made money like a Marvel superhero movie.
This entire series has been excellent but this is the episode this blown my mind - I had no idea that Billy Jack was any kind of hit, never mind the biggest hit of the same year of Fiddler On the Roof, French Connection and a Bond. But I’m puzzled by this: “It took the movie years to outgross 1971 blockbusters like…
that’s brilliant - it even sounds like a Far Side cartoon. Chubby dweeb with clunky glasses holds up shirt to light, “what the hey...”
I think of the Midvale school for the gifted every time I push a door handle that says “pull”.
I discovered tip #8 recently, when Ryan Adams randomly shuffled up on a playlist...