The really ferociously angering thing is that Maria Schneider said frequently that she was abused and misused by Bertolucci and Brando, on-record nearly eleven, then nine years ago to media tumbleweeds and crickets and *now* once Bertolucci "confirmed" her narrative, after she has *died* IRL (I don't for once believe…

Fuck yes. And make it a fucking miniseries, come on. Tabloid is even *more* sprawling than LAC, which is saying something.

And Johanssen. And Eckhart. Pretty much the only two actors I didn't heartily dislike were Kirshner and Fiona Shaw. But honestly American cinema isn't ready for a full blooded Shaw tantrum.

Soundtracks to both Confidential and Collateral are exemplary. I don't even mind that there are "score" tracks on both.

At this point I'm not sure Scorcese should be allowed to select his last shot. Now why would I still be mad about Gangs of New York's silent scene? I - *breaks chair, storms interrogation room*

He was a real guy just years away from being stabbed to death by Turner's daughter! Fun? fact.

I wish they had managed to put that chilling LA Quartet line "Smith likes to watch" and his barrio videorecording plot into LAC, but that was what White Jazz was supposed to cover, possibly. It's almost sad that the greatness of Hanson's adaptation pretty much sank the possibilities of the rest.

His relationship with Molt chills me out in my worst Older Sibling moments. "I swear if I hadn't promised our mother *on her deathbed* not to kill you, I would kill you." Dark!

As tightly plotted as a barrel of eels. Back in HS after I binged on Ellroy, and LAC in particular, I used a sheet of butcher block paper to map out the various misdeeds of the book, just to feel satisfied I understood. Took three feet.

*spoilers spoilers spoilers spoilers* My favorite arc of Buffy revolves around Joyce, when Angelus first appears and in too-real-dickhead fashion, brags to her about (some of) the events of "Passion."

No. It's not. Come at me, Bukowski lovers. (Initially typed "livers" but how could those rotted things get a grip?)

also: is pronounced "key" which my brain will never, ever assimilate.

also: is pronounced "key" which my brain will never, ever assimilate.

(Sliders fan) citation needed.

I'm pretty agonized by The After. Carter's got the experience now to stage big action (the reveal of enormous milling crowds in downtown L.A. felt pretty awe-inspiring and made the thing instantly several leagues of complexity above what I'd expect from an online only) butttt I'M SO FUCKING BURNED. By Carter in…

You've just reminded me there's been near a decade since Franz's ass has seen light. Was it…pulled from the timestream?

I've always noticed the class divide it seems with the Olympics: the winter sports require massive buy-in for parents/sponsors, from figure skating to bobsledding. One of the great subplots of Cool Runnings is in fact how they have to source their equipment. Mundane? Ya. Real? Shit yeah!

My moral takeaways from each movie as a child were so divergent. AitO: "Believe and someone awesome will come for you! (also don't smoke.)" Ducks: "Uh…cheat for a minute, but then come up with something special and win! (don't be an alcoholic)"

*ugly fucking crying over that Candy speech, don't mind me*

Saw it at age 19, weeeell past the statute of nostalgia limitations. It's fucking dreck. Childhood can fluff up some stinkers.