Everyone imagines their life story has meaning, that they've had a purpose.  This may have been Will Ferrel's finally.  Like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, you can read a lot into it, but what I take away is an examination of the narrative of our lives.

Whoa!  Holy shit.  This is good.  Really good.

I used to think Jackie Chan had no limits to how far he was willing to go to entertain his audience.  Seriously, Sasha Baron Cohen breaks barriers you would never even think to cross.

I'm not an Albert Brooks fan, but some folks are.  I guaranty this won't make you a convert if you aren't, but it isn't so bad you'll want to strap explosives on yourself.

The original one (albeit colorized).  And Fay Wray's in it too.  Sure, it's cheesy, but you go into it expecting that.  This was on the back of the disc with the much more famous remake.

Honestly, this is only a minor refinement of the original.  It's coated in wax, you might say (if you get the reference to the key plot point), but Vincent Price is a significant and memorable improvement, of course.

No, I never saw the original, but I have to say it was more enjoyable than your average episode of Inside the Actor's Studio.  I'm not always crazy about his movies, but Kev's funny as fuck to listen to ramble about shit.

An interesting experimental film from Soderbergh (does he ever do any other kind?), but the material isn't interesting enough here to carry the filmmaking.  Yes, that's the reverse of how it usually works.  Score one for Steven, but skip the movie.

This reminded me of The Shape of Things, only that one was better.  Moral: Rent The Shape of Things instead.

Yep, Jack, there's a bomb.  It was this season.  Sorry, but going from improbable to implausable carried this show over into the realm of unintentional comedy.

Speaking of unintentional comedy.  Oh.  My.  God.  This is so weak and is just a load of Hollywood crap.  See Capote first, and then watch how badly the same story can be treated by a different set of producers.

Yep, I finally got around to this documentary about crosswords.  Remember Spellbound, the one about the spelling bee?  This is better for a number of reasons, not the least of which is Bill Clinton's in it.

Soderbergh doing experimental right.  We're not talking anything on the caliber of, say, Memento. It's fluff, but it's fun and there's enough room in it for you to read something more intellectual into this project than there is.  Note the name though.

I absolutely love this movie.  Imagine a musical set in the far future of 1994.  This is like Rocky Horror dressed up in lycra.  True story: I rented this a couple years ago, and only re-rented it to rip the soundtrack, but I watched it again anyway because it's the cheeziest thing to ever come out of the '80s, and that's saying a lot.

Ginger and Fred.  That's pretty much all you need to say.  Not their best stuff on any level (especially story), but it's cute and they (he, especially) never fail to entertain.

Interesting little psychological drama, but I only rented it because Kiera flashes her tits in it.  Sorry, but you know me and Kiera.

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