Yeah "YouTube famous Lilly Singh"
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No, What looks terrible.

Wolf Mother vs Wolf Parade vs Wolf Alice vs Howlin’ Wolf

Did the narrator confuse Atlantic City with Atlanta? And I had to wonder who Beebee was at first. It's well done though even if it doesn't go very deep.

I'm interested to see how Scorsese will manage to take all the gimmicky, cloying, sappy and melodramatic Americana schmaltz out of an Eric Roth script.

Fuller has a whole day to put Dekker back in the closet, or someone else is outed.

I don't know if the original ending is available so I have no idea how Hughes would have handled it but it's psychologically credible for her to choose Duckie even as a friend. The ending of Heathers comes to mind. It's not about romance, but choices. Blane going
home along isn't disappointing for a guy who can pretty…

I have a double, because they're both John Hughes movies I had wished had reversed their endings:

That said, it does sound better as a "Toront"

Um.. Most people I know, work with and talk to from Toronto?

AKA The Tronno

I tried watching Rupert, but couldn't Bear it.

Best? It just gave me a new appreciation for the Replacements Bastards of Young video.

As a producer, Stewart has shown to be quite savvy, technically proficient and imaginative. Songwriter though? Not so much. Unless of course you're the one who actually bought a Spiritual Cowboys CD.

There was a season 2?!?

The Carol Burnett Show dentist sketch is still funnier than anything I've seen on SNL.

Speaking of TIFF, the premiere of Even Cowgirls get the Blues was… awkward and might be the winner. Stunned silence and I was three rows ahead of Roger Ebert who covered it well.

Discarding any inordinate pile of dreck I caught at TIFF, probably Under the Rainbow. It was the first movie as a kid I hated. Or maybe Gene Wilder's massive mess of a misfire: Haunted Honeymoon.

"blink-and-you’ll-miss-them roles, like Blair in Broadcast News" Wait. What?

I have to agree with Richard Schickel on this one. Tree of Life just has far too much pretense.