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.

I’ll just be over here hoping for a Great Lakes Avengers movie directed by Don Coscarelli.

Look with your EYES d-bag.

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...

I’m a little shocked and stunned on how much I actually wholeheartedly agree with the near-entirety of the list (Maaaaybe the Rocketeer a wee bit higher.) Otherwise— Bravo.

Crystal Skull was great— right up until they left the college campus and it became all stage-bound and regrettable.

Normally I enjoy indulging in these kind of movie-related hi-jinks, but I rrreeeeaaaallly despise that song. Like a lot of Dire Straits music but when that song pops up somewhere on the radio or something the station gets changed.

It’s actually pretty meta when you think about it.

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,

Next, Please!

I have many— But my favorite last shot at the moment also happens to be one of my favorite death scenes too.