Being in a successful threesome is like being in a successful rock band, it all depends on getting together the right participants.

It’s like a living, breathing Jack Davis drawing.

It’s interesting (and really exciting) to think that as the original Westworld called back Yul Brynner’s Magnificent Seven (1960) character this one seems to echo Ed Harris’ Walker (1987).

I hated, hated, hated Empire Records.

All I want to know is who did Richard Dreyfuss have an affair with?

The Band Wagon? Really?

These days we all live in a Jack Benny World.

Sometimes when I see stuff like this I think “Actor A wants to bed Actor B, who turns them down”. Then they start having “Creative Differences”.

I think it’s important to note Two Lane Blacktop (1971). It’s a tiny role— not much more than a cameo really— but what HDS elicits in a top notch performance: pathos, humor, painful loneliness, all in a darkened moving car at night with his back to the camera the entire time? that’s just the work of one of Cinema’s…

Zack Snyder is the kind of filmmaker that makes Brett Ratner seem like an incisive, substantial, thought-provoking visionary.

The thing now as opposed to then? Remakes are now a genre all their own.

Is it me, or is Kate McKinnon noticeably, especially, sexy here?

Frankly, I’ve sort of written off the Oscars as dubious ever since Warren Oates got snubbed for Two Lane Blacktop....

I experienced this in 4th grade (‘78/’79), from a teacher I now easily consider one of the two or three greatest, most important teachers I’ve ever had— and this exercise was a big part of it and remains, to this day, something that still has left an impression on me.

The real Real Ghostbusters?

Hmm... that trailer was so well crafted, I’m liable to guess the movie’s terrible.

Hey, Intellectual Property— Jack Kirby on line one!

Gregg Jarrett looks like one of the post-victim mannequins in Tourist Trap.

And Howard is actually an excellent interviewer.

No question it’s Spielberg’s 1941. I feel like I’ve been the only one to see it for what it is: A John Ford parody viewed through a Mad Magazine filter.