Fair enough that the ice hockey mascot carries a greater aura of imminent violence, I suppose.

“Letter To Alan” is my favourite song of theirs - arguably them at their most poetic with their lyrics (and there’s some contenders), and most creative with their composition. It rarely got wheeled out live.

Which is kinda my point: MCU has now taken over a good chunk of cinema there’s much less choice. We’re not getting another True Lies again.

See, we gave Acca Dacca to the world, but kept Cold Chisel for ourselves.

Courtney Barnett

HOW FUCKING RACIST WAS THEIR OLD MASCOT THAT...THAT THING...WAS AN IMPROVEMENT?!?

Never let anyone tell you that punk started in New York, or London.

Missy Higgins did a fucking spectacular cover of “Shark Fin Blues” a few years back- ok, shit, a decade back.

...Dr. Colossus...

Nothing in Jingle required a former Mr. Olympia, but there he was. You could’ve put Bill Murray, or Steve Martin, and it would’ve been...perfectly fine, but nup. The Terminator. It was a pure comedy role, not an action role. Nothing in it required the audience to believe that it was a bodybuilder doing all the stuff,…

Yeah. Harry is constantly shown to be an ass when it comes to his wife and family, and the secret stripping rendezvous is entirely more of that ass-ishness - the movie lets everyone know it’s a terrible idea.

The whole thing is an ode to both Cameron and Arnie transferring seamlessly from 80s action to 90s action. If it were an 80s movie, the Uzi (MAC-10, if we’re being accurate - you know, the Uzi’s skeevier, Georgia cousin) would’ve been played off a sincere and straight-up badass. In True Lies they lean into the…

I love that in JATW he’s...a local mattress salesman. There were dozens of musclebound Reagan-era action heroes but very few of those actors’ careers survived the 80s but Arnie had more to him than sheer beef.

Ahem, that’s “that *sweet* Laurel Canyon sound”.

I did spend an inordinate amount of time listening to the Grinners version in my final year of high school.

Oh my, no. TISM are shit. Still, though...INXS?

Now, now. At least have the dignity to hide your ignorance. Or at least go back to whinging about Jesse Hassenger. 

You do kinda think there’s a certain limit, as goofy the movie is, for the cartoon stuff, but then Charlton Heston rocks up as their boss and he’s got a goddamn eyepatch, and a healthy apetite for the scenery.