The internal logic here eludes me: Netflix is passé? Does he mean it’s longer viable (certainly not true) or, more linguistically correct (if somewhat incongruous) that it’s no longer in vogue? And I think it’s safe to say that at this point, each year is going to offer us additional ways to view movies (who, not that many years ago, could have predicted how quickly Redbox and streaming would become major sources?)
With movie tickets as high as $12 each ($17 for 3D/IMAX) — and that popcorn they’re holding would be six bucks easy — is the price of a gallon of gas really a factor in keeping anybody from going to the theatres?
I was quite intrigued the first time I heard a radio commercial for The Conspirator, the new movie about Mary Surratt’s involvement in Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. It wasn’t until the following day that I realized I’d misheard it and it was about Mary Surratt, not Mary Cassatt.
In the period between the time Mr. Tatulli wrote this and the syndicate distributed it, the Green Lantern trailer was indeed released. “Sucks” is too kind a word for it. So stick to your principles, Dean!
In 1972, New York Yankees ace pitcher Fritz Peterson and Yankees not-quite-ace Mike Kekich traded wives (and families and homes and dogs). Peterson and Kekich’s wife are still together to this day, while things didn’t work out so well for the other couple.
This was still back in the day when stories like this could be kept relatively quiet.
Ben Affleck now owns the rights to the story, and he might star in the film along with Matt Damon. Now, as much as I’m a non-fan of both Affleck and Damon, and I hate the two of them together, I am absolutely first in line to see this.
I haven’t seen Watchmen yet, but I have noticed that there doesn’t seem to be a single review of the film that fails to mention Dr. Manhattan’s penis. This seems to be a major obsession. I’ve heard rumors that the studio is negotiating to give Dr. Manhattan’s penis its own spin-off.
The son of one of my wife’s friends asked “If this is supposed to be the most powerful man in the universe, why can’t he find himself a pair of pants?” The kid’s missing the point: If the most powerful man in the universe wants to run around with everything hanging out, who’s going to tell him he can’t? “Hey, buddy, you got a problem with it? Talk to the penis.”
From David Willis’s list of
The Worst Jobs in Hollywood
One that made Janice Rey say Ewww: “Don’t want to go to a movie in that theatre any time soon. (Mind you, I can think of lots worse things to be on a theatre seat, but lets not go there…)”
