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It's worth a watch (I mean, if you're a film major, it definitely is). Its themes and narrative may seem a bit dated. But I'd agree with Noel that it's much less the "ra ra, the '60s ruled" movie that its reputation implies. Plus, while not necessarily new (even in Hollywood), its formal quirks are really well

A lot of it has to do with the film's production and reception, rather than its "quality" as a film. It was made on the cheap and, for the most part, outside the studio system. It cost less than half a million to make and made over 50 million. Most of the films you mention (as well as earlier "New Hollywood" films,

I hear what you're saying - all religions have their fervent adherents and casual attendees, etc. However, yeah, I'd be the one to argue Scientology is a whole different case. Doesn't need hashing out here, as it's been done to death. But just look at the number of Catholics - in the US, in Ireland, elsewhere - who

Yeah, I think part of what can make S6 hard for some viewers is that TPTB have made a lot of conflicting statements about the season's purpose and/or Big Bad. I really dig it, though.

Yeah, there are actually lots of moments of quiet contemplation, and long stretches of the bunnies just problem solving. The bird is fantastic - funny and heartwarming. And for me, more than the violence, was always the dread of that damned cat. "I think not . . . I think not . . ."

I've heard the "Beck was raised in it . . ." argument a few times and it doesn't fly with me. Makes it a bit worse, actually. Dude's smart enough. I was an Xth generation Catholic and it was easy enough to figure out how whack (and oppressive) that faith is.

Beck . . . haven't bought an album of his since Midnight Vultures, which was about the time I found out. Bums me out, but I just can't do it . . .

You definitely haven't aged out of it. Some of the (very minimal) cutesy stuff may not be to your taste, but it's a powerful film about fait, capitalism, evil, true courage and sacrifice, and all kinds of other heavy shit in which, as the article so well puts it, rabbits (and other creatures) rip each other to shreds.

An amazing girlfriend got me into Prince in the mid-80s, when guys in my small Maine town were supposed to be listening to metal and classic rock. Making out to Parade was so much cooler than making out to Motley Crue.

I'm not an EU guy, not really a Prequels guy, either. But I like this reading - mainly because it jibes with what I've long thought about Luke's final battle with Darth and the Emperor. Luke actually gives in to his anger, he kicks DV's ass because of his anger. But he's able to quickly modulate back to compassion and

I thought Confessions on a Dance Floor had some pretty cool stuff going on . . .

Or even the march to the hospital in Werckmeister Harmonies . . .

True, and like I said, it's nicely done. But he is sort of aspiring to such heights with his claim about the history of cinema. I don't mean to rag on a job well done, but there are plenty of non-Hollywood shots out there that most cinephiles film-literate enough to make a vid like this would also likely be aware of.

Interesting that most of the "memorable shots" of cinema come from Hollywood - at least after the '40s. It's a nice little vid, but French New Wave, Kurosawa, Tarkovsky, Bela Tarr?

About a year ago I heard "Common People" on a classic rock station. I was bit surprised.

This song annoys me to no end, but it's not really about the end of music - it's about the end of the singer's youth - it's about nostalgia. And there are TONS of rock songs on that topic. This hater, like so many in this series, is plainly an idiot, which I probably wouldn't mention as I bummed a smoke off him while

A Prophet, The Beat that My Heart Skipped, Mesrine, the recent films of Philippe Garrel, The Beaches of Agnes, Respire . . . lots of good, thoughtful films coming out of France in the last few years.

I know very little about Kesha as a singer, but while following her story quite a bit over the last few months, I ran across another laptop (phone?) recording, of her singing "Amazing Grace," which is not nearly as ludicrous as it sounds. And she pulls it off.

It's the umlaut that sells it . . .

Love Scorsese, but lots of genius went into the making of Taxi Driver, including that of the (above) unmentioned Michael Chapman and the almost always unmentioned Marcia Lucas.