If anyone thinks The Lone Ranger will bring back the western, they would be mistaken, unless people bring back the western just to show how much better they can make them. Not that this incarnation of the Lone Ranger is horrible, but it’s not doing the genre any big favors. As far as the Lone Ranger character, well, I can’t imagine this doing so well that they make sequels. I’m guessing we’ll be leaving the Lone Ranger well enough, alone.Details
You’d think I’d miss the traditional red shorts part of his costume, but nope, not at all. I did miss a few developmental scenes that might have helped with some emotional connection later in the film, but other than that, Man of Steel does a whole lot of good to re-energize the Superman DC universe.Details
As expectations can really affect how you feel about a film after seeing it, knowing M. Night was in the directors chair was a significant discovery. I had to control how I felt about that to make sure I looked at this film objectively. Turns out, I didn’t have to worry too much about that, because After Earth is kind lame regardless of who directed it.Details
Holy sczihizit – I LOVE THIS DOC!
How did I miss this band, Death? A 1973 Detroit African American proto punk band that pre-dates the Ramones!!! I was in an awful punk bank in 1982 in Canada called Truncheon Scars. We were suburban kids who just screamed and thrashed away. The rest of the time we listened to obscure punk records of bands like Personality Crisis, Stretch Marks, and Youth War. Yet Death’s band name, seemed to hinder their ability to catch the 1977 British Sex Pistols/Clash wave, even though their sound was superior. They were offered a massive music contract in ’76 if they changed their name. One brother held out, and the rest hung with him, and that led them into obscurity. You would think that the story would end there. But it doesn’t. This is a story of struggle, conviction, and redemption.Details
It was an overcast day as I negotiated the narrow broken streets of Hollywood. I thought Tinsel Town had lost its luster until I spied a portly gent in a stained Buster Keaton t-shirt. I quickly parked my ride and hoofed it up to the Roosevelt Hotel. My heart raced like a three-year-old filly in heat with a hopped up jockey on her back. Once I hit the lobby, I felt right at home.Details