There are a few movies that I will watch every single time I catch them on tv: The first two Godfather films. Goodfellas. Scarface. (Though I always turn it off right after Tony shoots Sosa’s hitman Alberto in the car and things start to go downhill. I just can’t bear […]
To this day, Predator holds a special place in my heart. It was the first R-rated movie I was allowed to see (for some reason, according to my mom, watching a seven-foot alien blow out Jessie “The Body” Ventura’s guts was okay, but watching Freddy Krueger diddle someone with his […]
American Idol. My secret shame. I can still recall American Idol‘s debut season. I perceived the show as beneath me, designed to entertain the unwashed masses. My television tastes at the time were of a far more sophisticated bent (featuring the likes of the X-Men cartoon that aired every Saturday […]
Anyone who’s been watching “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” for the past few months has been bombarded with ads for A Very Sunny Christmas during each and every one of the show’s commercial breaks. For those of you who watch the show but aren’t really sure what the hell AVSC […]
Whenever it comes to musical “best of all time” lists, the prejudices of those assembling the tracks, artists and albums chosen are evident. Really, Rolling Stone? No room for Mozart in the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time list? I realize he wasn’t around to play the three day orgy […]
Remember that article I wrote a few months ago about “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” jumping the shark? (Of course you do. I mean, who doesn’t hang on my every word?) Well, time for me to eat crow (or take a crow suppository or however crow is taken in today’s […]
“Riding through this woooooooorld…” the familiar strains of “Sons of Anarchy”‘s theme song fill the Papageorgiou household on a Tuesday night. Television shows that we can watch as a family are a big deal, because there is little else we manage to do together without fighting. This isn’t a slight […]
Last night after a brutal day of eight hours of radio (actual time on air: 0 minutes. I rule) followed by three hours of locksmithing (as an aside, the house I was locksmithing in sheltered a fat lad of the age of six or so that lived with his mother. […]
I’m going to make this one short and sweet, a courtesy this piece of cinematic shit didn’t see fit to extend to its audience. Let me state, unequivocally, that I love the first two Terminator films. I can quote them backwards and forwards, hum a pitch-perfect rendition of the theme […]
