Spitball Army

Hard to believe that a normal woman like Joan Crawford would fall for such an obvious creep as Jack Palance. Oh. Right.

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Nearly every band that played at our San Diego high school dances in the mid-’70s tried their hand at Steely Dan’s “My Old School.” Everyone would scream and holler when the song began because, well, it was about OUR school, of course (why not, right?), and we were either willfully ignoring the fact that one-half […]

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Director Richard Ayoade seems very fond of the films of Wes Anderson.

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Fictional, but feels like 30 CNFtweets strung together by a master lyricist. The Earth, Wind & Fire “Reasons” scene rules.

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Best of the Maysles’ Christo documentaries, in terms of providing background on the artist’s history and project politics.

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Supremely violent, moody and plodding, with a sound mix borrowed from David Lynch. Also has a karaoke whorehouse.

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Bertolucci’s 1900 (1976) has frequently stunning visuals and can be operatic in its staging, but no movie should be this long. My bum hurts. I nearly shrieked in my own living room this morning as I watched Donald Sutherland head-butt a kitty-cat to death. It only took one furiously powerful slam with the crown of […]

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