Oh.

Now it makes more sense. Thanks!!

A few people consider The Virgin Springs to have DNA seen in the modern exploitation film--Wes Craven used a lot of its elements when he made Last House of the Left, which went on to have some influences on films itself. It's considered really tame today, but at the time was pretty stark and shocking.

Wait a second. Matt Long (who needs to be in more stuff; he hasn't done anything really high profile since Jack & Bobby) turns into Nicolas Cage as he ages? That's just wrong.

I shallowly rented Layer Cake because Daniel Craig is in it, but ended up liking it a lot for its own sake. I've always been a sucker for drug dealer movies.

Last King of Scotland, aside from the performances I thought it was a big ugly mess, and all told I thought James McAvoy was better than Forrest Whitaker and that Whitaker wasn't even actually the lead.

Me too. Of course, it didn't help that I got in free to see my first few drug dealer movies, and after that I just couldn't stop going.

(Ahem. Layer Cake is pretty cool.)

It is, sick and wrong. I would've been much happier with the movie if I got to at least watch someone pretty.

Vea Mendes is kind of pretty, in an overly made up, pointy way. I don't know if I want to live in a world where women are lusting after Ghos Rider. (Which would probably have happened if Johnny Depp got to play him)

If Johnny Depp played Ghost Rider, I...might have thought twice about the movie. (And about Johnny Depp's apparent financial distress -- no way anybody associated with the film did it for anything other than the cash, I'm thinking.)

However, I can't talk, because last night, I got suckered into renting Dragonfly. That movie was seriously preposterous. Any movie that ends with Kevin Costner >>>on his knees in the South American rainforests surrounded by PotC 2-esque tribespeople, thanking God that his dead wife gave him messages through others' near-death experiences in order to lead him to their miraculously still-alive child<<< wins a free pass into MST3K territory.

A Prairie Home Companion: Altman meets NPR in a perfect storm pretentiousness! The tag line should have been “A Movie for People Who Don’t Own a Television.”

It was so Minnesota I screamed "Holy Cross" at the screen.

A director with a notorious hatred for the spoken word seems a heroically poor choice to direct a movie based on a radio show.

Altman's last hurrah; he died as he lived, unable to deliver a joke. That fucking duct tape bit went on forever. Isn't there a two minute rule in comedy?! Doesn't help that Garrison Keillor doesn't tell jokes per se. As if Altman punch lines aren't slight enough.

Given this was his last picture before he died Virginia Madsen's angel of death takes on an unintentional hilarity, which is the only hilarity you ever find in an Altman movie. She also resembles another character from an Altman wank Brewster McCloud, which was Altman's favorite baby...seriously. He's got bad instincts even amongst his own oeuvre.

>>>Anyone else bothered in the least they killed Tommy Lee Jones for no reason. Plenty of other transparent Altman characters (He doesn’t know who F. Scott Fitzgerald is ZOMG!!!) I would whack before the Axeman, 83 of them played by Shelly Duvall.<<<
Bob managed to sober up Hohan long enough to get a song out. Heartfelt congratulations! The closest thing to his drunken housewife stock character, her spooky poet is similarly one-dimensional.

In addition to Altman’s usual interminable anecdotes in movies, they have NPR’s faux folksy quality too them. God that Lilly Tomlin story was like listening to one of my aunts talk about some old church goer they know who broke a hip or the alternative some kid in a motorcycle accident.

I hope the film adaptation of All Things Considered turns out better.

I've seen the movie (and actually thought it was quite sweet) but you might wanna spoiler some parts, its still fairly recent.

Uh... yeah. You're going to want to spoiler some of that.

I just watched De-Lovely, since I had recently read a Cole Porter biography. It got pretty bad reviews, and I see why, actually - but the movie didn't bug me nearly as much as it seemed to irritate critics. And honestly, I sobbed my little eyes out at the end. So...not the best movie in the world, but not a bad way to spend some time with some nice music.

Is it one of those biopics that assumes you already are familiar with the subject, and thus takes certain things as read, thus leaving the uninitiated viewer feeling lost?

Finally got around to watching L'Auberge Espagnole, which I loved.