The Scudder books are nasty, brutish, and short - in other words, a masterpiece of hardboiled detective fiction.
The Scudder books are nasty, brutish, and short - in other words, a masterpiece of hardboiled detective fiction.
Oh now you're dragging Morrissey into this?!? He's going through a tough time right now, okay?
It's a longtime gone Constantinople
The magic of compounding interest!
You're confusing liking the Sopranos with blind fealty to David Chase. I enjoyed the show (maybe not slavishly so), but it was not without its criticisms. Part of being a fan is that you can like a show while also being aware of its faults - it doesn't make you a bad fan, but rather a discerning viewer. When you…
Yeah OK, thanks for your input, David.
O RLY?
The fate of the Russian, writing out Furious, the ending??? Chase started with some great bones in the house, and laid a tremendous foundation, but over time he seemed to want to be known as an auteur, rather than just telling a story. While it's undeniable that he was the herald who launched television's new Golden…
I read this in ZMF's voice.
Yeah, the whole list is problematic because half of the artists don't need Rubin's help, and the other half either don't care, wouldn't understand, or couldn't go through with the change that would be required.
Chuck really embraced the video format.
Oh sweetie….
His work ethic is….Spartan.
The perfect song to accompany that scene. There's a relentless, clock-ticking, blood-rushing beat to it, and it was the sound of a mobster stewing in anger while planning his revenge. You can say a lot about David Chase, and you'd be right, but his ear for music was dead-on.
Hated this movie in 95, appreciate it 20 years later. It was genuinely nasty, with very little empathy for its characters: soldiers die horribly, there's scant sympathy for the dead, and the key plot point turns on the protagonists shooting kids - albeit killer mutant robots- in the face. The Mutant Chronicles…
You know, that's like another guy in the far past, who had long hair and wore sandals, and had crazy ideas about spirituality and loving all of those around him. His name was Steve, I think he drove a T-Bird.
[Starts to raise hand]
[Confuses it with Broad City]
[Remembers, lowers hand]
ANTHONY!!!
I always was hoping for an Alice Morgan forebear very primly pushing Green into the roadway and just grinning under a parasol after she did it.
Damn, that was good lawyering. And it's great to be back in Albuquerque with you too, Donna!