watch it: “SPELLFURY: Episode 11 – I Get Grok’d Down, But I Get Up Again”
You know that fine line between clever and stupid? I’m not really sure which side of that line this is on.
You know that fine line between clever and stupid? I’m not really sure which side of that line this is on.
At nighttime, I would expect Black Riders to attack here.
This is simply a great flick: powerfully emotional, profoundly resonant, scary and funny and intense and wholly enrapturing.
A perfect geek storm?
I knew it! I knew Kenneth Branagh was a geek. Oh, sure, he got famous for all that snooty Shakespeare stuff, but deep down, he’s mad for comic books and superheroes and all that pulp-fiction stuff. He’s a dork.
William Skidelsky in The Observer recently went off on a rant that has the definite whiff of Emily Litella about it: “It’s time to stop this obsession with works of art based on real events,” insists his headline. For some reason this makes me believe he must be misunderstanding some other problem…
“Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
Liam Neeson is in an accident, and all of a sudden his wife January Jones doesn’t know him. I bet she totally wishes she could do that to Don Draper…
The six-hour miniseries ABC did on TV in the 1990s wasn’t long enough. Unless Warner Bros. and CBS Films are proposing to do three three-hour films à la The Lord of the Rings, I don’t want to hear about this.
Lots of domiciles from movies and TV exist only as soundstages, but we can dream. Bilbo’s round-doored hobbit hole? The Friends’ spectacular NYC apartment? The Home Alone McMansion? Don Corleone’s Staten Island estate? Somewhere else?