Devin Johnston and the compulsion for stillness.
Now that Asbury Park is showing signs of life once again, it’s sort of appropriate in a skewed way that this kind of thing would happen.
Another view of that maybe-might film version of John D. MacDonald’s first Travis McGee novel.
Do you know about Kate Adie? Maybe you should.
Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1989!
Scorekeeper loves the stereo remasters of the Beatles album catalogue.
A trip into the mind of Ted Nugent.
Interspecies affirmative action, or: A link for those readers who think I run too many dog pictures.
“At times in this movie, I felt like it was making me regress to being a little kid, remembering the simple joy of throwing things, breaking things, building things, making up stories, and also the feeling of being hurt by small things like mom or big sister won’t pay attention to you exactly when you want, so you go hide in your room and feel sorry for yourself. Max has those feelings and then Carol, a wild thing portrayed brilliantly by the voice of James Gandolfini, amplifies them to giant size. He represents the needy side of a kid, the one that feels sorry for himself and gets angry too easily . . . a monster who’s only scary because he’s so emotionally fragile you gotta walk on egg shells around him. They should try that in a Godzilla movie sometime.”