The highlight of this is when Leonard performs the last song on the disc with U2 backing him.  Not so much because it's a great performance (which it is), but rather because it's the only song he performs.  The rest of the film (I use that term reluctantly) is a mixture of lackluster performances by C and D-list musicians interspersed with short interview clips with Mr. Cohen.  The latter are interesting, and that's where the emphasis should have been, as Everbody Knows.

This was just extras.  Behind the scenes stuff is sometimes interesting, but next time I'll have to remember to check the fine print before I add the last disc of a season (or "series" if you speak British).  Alternatively, I could always travel back in time and delete it from my queue.

Many people find this show painful to watch, and it isn't even about them.  Can you imagine what it's like for me?

I guess there wasn't enough material to fill up two hours, so there are a lot of long, drawn-out shots of next to nothing.  Still, it otherwise isn't a bad thriller with the added bonus of Jodie Foster's then-21-year-old sister body doubling nude for her as a then-14-year-old.  If John Hinkley had gotten ahold of a copy of this one, he probably would never have left home.

A rare case of the movie being better than the book.  Although Alan Moore's graphic novel has more depth, the film flows better and keeps the themes at the fore thoughout, something the source material sometimes lost track of.  Fortunately, the always-masked Wachowski brothers swooped in and blew up the original text.

I had never heard of this series since all I can pick up on my tv are Jesus stations, Spanish-language stations, or a combination thereof.  However, it was at the library and therefore free.  It isn't too bad, basically Alias grafted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer to make a private detective high school girl with a great ass.  The writing is witty, though nothing original.  But she does have a great ass.

I can't remember the last time I passed up a sci-fi series.  Again, this was at the library, so I took a chance.  Honestly, it's pretty slow, and that's saying a lot considering I was watching it in fast-forward.  Unlike a show like Lost where they're always teasing you with mysteries, I didn't get the sense this was going anywhere.  Okay, so there's something that glows and swims... So what?  And that's just the one plot point I didn't feel insulted by.

Like everyone born in the 70s to the present, I saw this when I was a kid.  Dani got a craving out of the blue to watch it, so I put it in the queue.  It was a lot better than I remembered in terms of the performances and production values.  Although it's kind of short so there isn't much story development, it's a lot better than what else your kids could be watching if this wasn't on dvd.

This is a great show that unfortunately never seemed to find an audience.  Admittedly, the first few episodes are kind of hokey until the story gets going, but then it rocks.  While the series does have some well-developed story arcs, it was still produced mainly in an episodic fashion, so you can come through the wormhole and jump into the storyline at any time.  You'll probably have to do that anyway since some idiot in marketing got the idea to use alien symbols for numbering the volumes, leaving you clueless where the fuck you are in the series.

RIP.  Why does good tv have to die?

Man, they were just babies back then!  This never was a really great show (contrast with Seinfeld), but the cast is great and the one-liners raise the quality that is otherwise burried beneath clichéd plots.

More of the same.  I have a weakness for fast-talking, intelligent women.  Or at least ones that are written that way.

An HBO biopic about gossip columnist Walter Winchell.  I think Stanley Tucci is great in everything he does.  You don't even have to know who Winchell was to appreciate it because it's the standard story about a guy who does good and does bad and, at the end of the day, is human.  Unlike Winchell's column, there's no surprise revelations here, just a well-made movie.

This could have been better in so many ways that aren't worth my time to do a post-mortem.

I checked this out after someone (I can't remember who, sorry; email me!) posted a review that honestly was more interesting than the film itself.  I was hoping for seriously-fucked-up, but it was more like amateurishly-pretentious.  Still, any movie with a naked Japanese women will hold my attention from the waist down.

What is it with me and these Gerry Anderson projects?  Like UFO or his more famous Thunderbirds series, I find myself yawning (literally!) through technically well-directed but emotionally vacuous action scenes.  It's like the least interesting fireworks displays ever.  Picture this, the moon has shot out of its orbit; the staff of the moon base is heading out of the solar sytem into deep space.  What do they do?  Walk around doing paperwork and asking if anyone would like a cup of coffee.  I'm not making this up (as clearly that would require more imagination than one would usually need to write a sci-fi series that was actually any good).

The trick to this series is to deliver dialogue so fast that no one will notice nothing happened over the last hour.  Damn.  They got me again!

Back to the index