It’s like Ego as Performance Art...

Good Lord what an ugly, ugly building.

It used to just mean drugs— now it means sex/swinging while you’re doing drugs.

This is the kind of movie where releasing in the the states is a formality— they’re just waiting to re-dub it in a hundred languages and it’ll kill in the world market. Any other culture on the planet will think it’s a delightful film with a vaguely positivist voice.

Jeez— Take it down a notch, guy. Not everybody can be Claudia Cardinale.

Interestingly, almost immediately after.

Yeah— I think the rift started at that very moment and the final break-off in the space-time continuum was the death of D. Boon,

I think it’s important to point out that there are two very distinct 80's. The cool early 80's (80-84) and the shitty late 80's (85-etc).

Sheen via Sinatra.

Flow my tears...

Yeah that’s like a a few levels down from a Dick Tracy villain.

I’d only be 1000% okay with it only if The Love Of My Life not only watches the act in total but it is also her specific fetish,

Actually, the real surprise for me was that this happened in Paoli, Indiana not Paoli, Pennsylvania.

Look kids, it’s a snake eating it’s own tail.

It looks like Michael Cole and Jimmy Page ate Richard Burton after a three day coke binge.

Every so often, when feel the still-unhealed tears in the bottom part of my ear from the constant earlobe twisting, I think of the nuns.

One word: Tobolowsky