Yeah, I’ve recommended it many times to friends and coworkers but they have yet to follow through. My family’s reaction last night proved they’re missing out.

Broke in the Criterion Channel with Godard’s 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her and screened Withnail and I for the fam. They loved it and want to move to England’s Lake District. I loved 2 or 3 Things, which is now my favorite Godard film. Marina Vlady is excellent as the embodiment of a consumer culture that renders all…

Reminds me of my grandma who used to say “I'm not prejudiced but" before complaining about getting “Jewed” or bemoaning how African Americans aren’t as nice as they used to be.

#MeToo may have pulled the plug on the reign of Weinstein, but Grace of Monaco sure exposed how deeply the rot had already set in.

Didn’t want to get buried in a remake of Pet Semetary. Didn’t want to live that life again. Watched House of Dracula instead. A mildly entertaining mash up of the classic Universal monsters played for scares one more time before they became fodder for Abbott and Costello. Pairs well with weed.

I watched 20 minutes. My faves were the cutaways to Liz and Dick being interviewed (presumably in the afterlife) about their lives and love.

In the ‘90s, a self-styled journalist named Richard Lee hosted a weekly show on public access called “Kurt Cobain Was Murdered.” He believed Courtney and Dave Grohl were behind the killing and would review the threads in a pre-Glenn Beck style. However, that soon devolved into a stream-of-consciousness montage of…

Truth. But that doesn't make the enterprise any less sad. Just more so.

That will also be a big disappointment to Common, who insisted on MC’ing the gigs.

I can get into the whole genuine, human connection thing, but the best transactional argument I could make is that seeing a projection isn’t worth the ticket price - especially since one can see a real Buddy Holly or Roy Orbison performance on YouTube. In Orbison’s case, your local PBS station probably still airs his…

My dry wit sensors need a tuneup (aka, a mimosa). Thanks.

Thanks for the news. I loved Edman as Leonard in Community but will always remember him most as McNulty in “A Kind of a Stopwatch” on Twilight Zone. He brought more life to that role than Rod Serling’s ham-fisted script deserved.

R&B great Joan Jett?

Jilly Rizzo’s Bar and Grill in The Manchurian Candidate - perfect for a game of solitaire

That Blaine’s iconic kick off on “Be My Baby” is linked to Dirty Dancing rather than Scorsese’s Mean Streets says a lot about this site’s presumed readership.

The beginning of this sounds like my back yard between March-May.

Ken Russell at his most rabidly indulgent? Amanda Donohoe at her most debauched? Sounds like the rebirth of flowers, leaves and pollen to me.

My favorite part is when Jesus resists arrest in Gesthemanie after a raucous last supper and calls one of the centurions sugar tits.

I was rooting for The Favourite. Maybe that’s kicking the can on my internal racial reckoning? Would have been much happier if either the Favourite or Roma beat Green Book. Would have been admittedly disappointed if BlackkKlansman or Black Panther beat The Favourite or Roma but would have still been consoled by Green…

“... lecture everyone with their activist talking points...” Unlike you, eh comrade?