
Quicksilver
The execrable Quicksilver would probably not merit mention if I didn’t have personal unique experience with its subjects and surroundings. It would be like a lawyer refusing comment on the nonsense in The Firm,

The execrable Quicksilver would probably not merit mention if I didn’t have personal unique experience with its subjects and surroundings. It would be like a lawyer refusing comment on the nonsense in The Firm,
“You may find out one day that when you’ve had money and lost it. It’s much worse than never having had it at all.” Oliver Stone, hereafter known as Mr. Subtlety, writes great anti-heroes

“Who been putting out their Kools on my floor!” I was a floor trader for ten years and the only positive role model I ever had was Eddie Murphy in Trading Places. He’s the
“Mother, this is your other son Aron. Aron is everything that’s good, Mother. Aron, say hello to your Mother.” There is something wonderfully basic about the James Dean legacy. He really only made three
“You’re tearing me apart!” There ought to be some sort of law that states something to the effect of the following. If you have a role in a dramatic movie deemed to be a
“So you saying Diz and Duke on one side and junkies on the other. So I kick [fellow musician laughs] I can kick! [more laughter].” The best story I ever heard about Charlie Parker,
Field of Dreams is based on a novel by W.P. Kinsella that I thought to be practically unfilmable. It’s about Ray Kinsella (Kevin Costner), a 60s liberal, who never got along with his hard
I coached little league baseball for four years and the truth is kids swear. You’re not supposed to encourage it, but it’s pretty damn amusing when it happens. If this movie had a love

Lee Blessing wrote a great play about Ty Cobb in which the hall of famer lamentingly compares his life to a “goddamned Greek tragedy.” Cobb’s father was a strict educated Southerner who had little

Poor Babe Ruth. He was desperately and passionately hopeful that his life story would be made into a Grade A classic like “The Pride of the Yankees,” and in return he was rewarded with
Dear Adam, I understand your predicament. You finally made a movie that Roger Ebert liked (Punch Drunk Love) and nobody went to see it. Hell, even the fat man saw it for free.

The Supreme Court says that pornography is any act that has no artistic merit and causes sexual thought. That’s their definition essentially … no artistic merit causes sexual thought. Hmm, sounds like every