Normally I don't give away much in a synopsis so you don't know what you're in for (unless you read the mouse-over pop-ups on Netflix instead of blindly adding it to your queue just because I said so), but this is an awesome movie about falling in love.  Yeah, every movie has that, but this one is good and it's real and it's true and that's something movies so rarely are.  It's a bit scattered in places, much like Parker Posey who is in it and who I'm in love with, but it's well-acted the whole cast through, and here's a side of her even fans who have seen nearly everything by her (read: me) hadn't seen before.  It's the real thing that you'll totally get if you've ever been in love.  No, make that if you've ever fallen in love.

Unnecessary.  Not badly made, but completely pointless and unsatisfying.  A waste of good talent that turned into a mob of raging zombies chasing after money.

It's basically a live action cartoon that unapologetically rips off The Devil Wears Prada.  Surprisingly though, it's got heart.  There's no substance to the show whatsoever, but you find that you care just the same.

Another cartoon, but one I didn't find especially enjoyable.  This is in spite of having a great true story on which to base this failure so that it wouldn't be just that.

Third in a series of live-action cartoons.  It's fast-paced enough that you don't really notice that how little human interaction there is among the principles in the series.  It's all cut together with medical emergencies and faux-witty dialog (i.e., it's delivered fast and unrealistically) to break up the viewer's attempt to get a close enough look at what they'd otherwise diagnose as a mediocre show.

Lots of Pink Floyd classics bookend a complete performance of Dave's latest solo album (though nothing from either prior solo album which tells you how good his solo albums are typically).  Pretty good show all around, even if you aren't a die hard fan (which I'm not so much anymore; sorry, Dave).

Burt Lancaster.  They don't make action heroes like this anymore.  Not the best movie he'd ever been in, but you can't go wrong with most of them anyway.

Wow.  Complete crap, and that's my opinion even after looking at an hour and forty minutes of Jennifer Garner.  To answer the question the screenwriter/director was pondering about how to make a romantic comedy about a fiancé's death and sudden appearance of an illegitimate child, my advice is this: Don't.

To draw from the immortal words of web film reviewer Neill Cumpston, "It's a taquito buffet that you puke up after getting hit with a motorcycle, and it turns into a bikini chick that blows you and kills your boss with a hammer."  If that sounds like a positive review to you, then you'll love this.  If not, enjoy Catch and Release instead, lameass.

Speaking of taquito buffets, while this show has actually been pretty good about avoiding gratuitous lesbian sex scenes (unlike most else Showtime is known for after 11pm), I have to say I especially liked this disc for the fact it that got just a tad little sleazier than usual.

Takes us up through the '80s when the show was actually more a metaphor for the Regan-era reality we were being pranked into at the time.

You'd normally think of Elvis as a role for bad actors (read: impersonators), but Jonathan Rhys Meyers makes him genuinely believable as a tragic character in an otherwise rushed made-for-tv production.

Say what you like here, it's still David Lynch and Frank Herbert.  Granted, it's something of a disaster in that it's inaccessible to many viewers, but there's so much to love for those who make the effort or just naturally wade into the material.  Additionally, this release has quite a bit of footage compiled recently and with new interviews from just a couple years ago.  Many deleted scenes included that weren't even in the Alan Smithee version that rabid fans like me sat through repeatedly to savor even the most ill-conceived frames.

Even the director sees this as a failure, but it isn't bad exactly, just less than it might have been.

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