“I remember when the Deuce was all porno flicks / Running home after school to play Pix.”

... and never mind the cheesy ‘Pirate’s Treasure Map’ title font.

The Mitfords? Never heard of ‘em.

Little Mikey of LIFE cereal fame died from the explosive effects of mixing Pop Rocks candy with soda pop.

Admittedly, I kinda liked the first one (and keira knightley), but I barely made it through the second one and he third one made me feel like I was the one with the contractual obligation. The fourth one? I don’t think I made it more than five minutes before I got up to make a sandwich.

Surely all this residual coo-coo-nuttiness has absolutely nothing to do with co-starring on a TV show with Stephen Collins... 

Thank You. I’ve literally been saying this for two decades.

...goes off to watch The Shooting Party.

From the trailer, it’s like Renee Zellweger died somehow and the Studio quickly threw together a not-quite-nearly-done clone at a cut rate to fill in at the last minute.

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...