And now, an idea from the annals of “this will never fucking happen,” courtesy of the late-night meanderings of my Knicks-wary mind:
Continue reading “A Big 3 Reunion (Fantasy/Nightmare)”
And now, an idea from the annals of “this will never fucking happen,” courtesy of the late-night meanderings of my Knicks-wary mind:
Continue reading “A Big 3 Reunion (Fantasy/Nightmare)”Was someone just singing something about how we could use some Aptedtude, dears?!
Continue reading “Aptedtude”Allow me — and The Prom — to reintroduce a formal concept that neither one of us first introduced to the world: the Act One Fake-Out Anthem.
Continue reading “Act-One Fake-Out Anthem”I forgot to mention one of the many effects achieved by That Thing You Do! endlessly repeating its title track, and this effect is related to another movie I’ve been meaning to write about: Bette Midler’s The Rose.
Continue reading “That Rose You Do”And now, a random missive from 1996:
Continue reading “That Song You Do and Do and Do and Do and Do and Do and Do”And now, a New Year’s Eve note from our sponsors in the annals of ludicrously-nitpicky cinephilia:
Continue reading “Fox and His Subtitles”Months after finishing the entirety of Twin Peaks, I’m still fascinated by the widely-maligned second half of season two.
Continue reading “Twin Piques”After my aforementioned Spike Lee retrospective, I’m ready to make excessively-broad generalizations, each with exceptions galore, regarding how his joints tend to smoke.
Continue reading “Spiked”One of the major cinematic projects of my Covid-quarantine has been a complete Spike Lee retrospective.
Continue reading “Summer of Spike”That is the catch-22, Sisyphean, perpetually-doomed question.
Continue reading “To Knicks, or Not to Knicks”