I know there's an over-arching story here, but all I remember at the end of an episode are little moments.  That's both the magic and the flaw of the show.  That and the lack of a score.  No, I mean a musical one.

Here's a show that actually gets better with age, and they've never even given it a facelift.

My only complaint is that Pam Grier doesn't kick ass.  Well, her character doesn't.  She still does by paradoxically playing against type with a character that is such a pussy that Foxy Brown would bitch slap her.

Holy fucking shit.  I was wrong last month when I said I Spit on Your Grave was one of the most disturbing movies ever made.  If this doesn't take that title, then I have no desire to see any other contenders.  And unfortunately, this isn't even any good.  It uses the Memento gimmick two years after that movie premiered, and doesn't even have a story that would be remotely interesting for anyone who shouldn't be in intensive therapy.

I only added this to my queue because Judy Greer was in it.  She was great, as usual, and that made me want to shove a jawbreaker down the screenwriter/director's throat for giving her this shitty, career-stunting material.  Only other redeeming quality: An all-too-brief cameo by Pam Grier (no relation).  Oh, yeah!

This show really is a total soap opera, but I'd watch it even if I was straight.  No, wait.  I am straight.  Damn you and your good looks, Christian Troy!

Dani dragged me to this at the theater.  While it has a great story and is well-acted and directed, the fantasy elements are much fewer and further between than the trailers, poster, etc. would have you believe.  Also, it is definitely not a fairy tale, so be prepared to spend at least a few hours afterward wandering around a labyrith of your depression before you find your way out.

Since the library had this second double-disc set, I decided the whack the rest of the season.

I've never been nostalgic for this show, but these early episodes really draw into sharp relief the bad decisions that have been made to make SNL what it is today: polished, predictable, and overly reliant on derevative forms such as media parodies and impressions.  The original show was none of these.  I was wrong.  This actually is worth being nostalgic for.

Here's a remake that improved considerably on the original.  Then again, you didn't have to travel halfway around the globe to do that.

Sure, she's great to look at, but they kind of forgot to say anything of substance about her in the whole fucking movie.  Enjoy the pictures instead because the internet's better than the movie.

I'm sorry, but racial humor is only skin-deep, and you cannot stretch it across more than half an hour of comedy.  No one has skin that thick.

Want to watch a post-punk, early new wave time capsule?  Want to see one of those director-died-from-AIDS movies "introducing Adam Ant"?  Want to see Rocky Horror's Columbia naked?  Don't care about plot or structure?  Then, boy, have I got the movie for you!

Rather than lamenting the fact this band doesn't do crap anymore, let's take a trip down memory lane before Napster and the psychotherapy sessions and go back to the one album that found the compromise between musicianship and song writing.  Admittedly, it's for fans and studio technique geeks primarily.  Yes, sad but true.

Uh, oh.  This is the beginning of the season everyone warned me about.  Still, the writing isn't too bad from scene to scene.  It would be nice if it mattered what order they were in, but since we aren't going anywhere for a while in terms of a story, who cares?

OMFG!  I love Pam Grier.  I know you're going to say, "But, Alex, I thought you weren't all about the big titties.  Don't you hate her character on The L Word?"  Well, yeah.  But this is Pam Grier... the real one, back when she kicked ass.  Okay, so the movie is a two-hour version of any '70s tv show where someone drew a gun, but it's Pam.  And while it isn't a women's penitentary movie, it does mean that I don't have to use my imagination to have a fantasy starring her.

It's amazing how good a depressing movie can be sometimes.  Oh, but lock up the fire arms and sleeping pills.

We only have a finite time on this earth, but some of it would be well-spent watching this series.

If you're going to make a noir movie, you either have to have a sense of humor about it or it's going to fall flat.  I mean, if you're making a parody of yourself, then you better be self-depricating in the process or the critics are going to carve you up and leave your body in a field.  Incidentally, I'm going to play against type and agree with EVERYONE ON THE PLANET and acknowledge that Hillary Swank plays a great transgender girl, a great girl boxer, and even a great next Karate Kid.  Playing a woman?  Man, she sucks!

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