There was a time when Jason Mamoa’s relationship with the ocean was casual-wait-and-see ... when he was the bartender on North Shore:

Not boring is not a virtue. Look at Trump. We can do better.

In 1999, Woodstock was the Gen X Altamont.

Forget lawyers and executors, I’d like to think the rotting corpses of Bill Gaines and Al Feldstein visited the TNT offices to scare the suits into shelving the reboot. Very EC.

HW gave Throwing Muses, Pixies and Sonic Youth the time and space needed to build the foundation of alternative music. As a result of his silent support, Nirvana, Breeders, Pavement, et.al. were able to make such a strong impact with their early albums. If HW had won a second term, perhaps his example would have kept…

Fortunately, I was able to watch Withnail & I on Filmstruck before the announcement. Brought me back to my college weekends sleeping until 4 and heading to a movie, concert or gallery exhibit after dinner. Innocent, yet decadent, times.

True, but don’t forget Anthony Frewin, Margaret Adams or Andros Epaminondas. Even if they didn’t last quite as long as Leon or Emilio.

“Robert, now I want you to stand by that wood pile. When I call ‘Action’ let Black Phillip do his thing...”

The inevitability of this move doesn’t make our disappointment any less valid.

I can only guess Criterion doesn’t have the money to build their library while also creating and maintaining their own service. They need a partner with an existing infrastructure.

A likely moot point now, but you can watch Filmstruck on any TV w/ an HDMI connection using a Roku stick 

Thanks. Have to thank my suburban hippie parents for letting me play their albums when I was a kid. I already knew Hendrix, but the soundtrack introduced me to Steppenwolf, Holy Modal Rounders, and of course The Electric Prunes.

If only it included the “Feeling 7Up” jingle. That would have been too perfect.

Easy Rider. Even with the cover version of “The Weight” by Smith.

I would say only people who know how to spell or handle autocorrect can make those decisions, but then I remember who’s in the White House.

I’d add any of the following from John Entwistle:

Wait, I thought Michael Bolton was making the final call on who plays Captain Jack Sparrow. Depp isn’t going anywhere but rehab and his trainer to prep for the next sequel. 

Dwight Frye will always be my Renfield. He chews as much scenery as he chews bugs, but his mixture of creepiness and pathos is unmatched.

Agreed, but I’ll always remember Curtin as Mrs. Lupner as well as the most fearsome Celebrity Jeopardy contestant I’ve seen.

And yet, that’s not as long as the intermittent opening credits take in Prince of Darkness.