Without stating your age, post your favorite film released the year you turned 18.

Was so excited for a minute. Thought Bluesky had been crushed under an unanticipated weight of simultaneous posts, because it had happened.

Having enjoyed THE PARALLAX VIEW and ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN, I am now seeking out the third entry in Pakula's lesser-discussed Smoking Hot Men Using Typewriters trilogy.

A struggling restaurateur enables the escaped convict she’s besotted with in his quest for gory vengeance, while withholding certain information that eventually lands her in the hot seat.

O’Toole, Coral Browne, Alastair Sim, a small appearance from my beloved Kay Walsh, it’s just everything.

space horror is the best horror. what's out there? no one knows! big rocks. creepy things. sticky things. math! stuff on fire. big holes. big holes with math in them.

Moon's haunted. Happy Wednesday.

I have not put decades of effort into being a literate, highly educated, culturally aware American man just for the security camera at the self-checkout to show me a clinically depressed Duck Dynasty co-star.

Teens come running for the great taste of smut!

There's a BBC doc about him (and Fanny Cradock) on YouTube called The Way We Cooked. Check that out. That man has been THROUGH IT.

Don't do this when you read Iris Murdoch. The crap shoot's not worth it.

The Great and Secret Show is a golden example. Everville, too. If Clive ever gets around to writing the Third Book of the Art, I expect that one will do the trick, as well.

DO IT NOW. Or wait till the fall, when Library of America releases Straub’s three ghost novels in one highly literary hardback.

Can’t get more correct than this.

this is what actual literature discourse is like now

i like how this makes it sound like those darn sharks are finally gonna have to clean up their act

It's true, people do write forwards for books. And backwards for magazines! HA HA just kidding, I kill me, but seriously, these are some fucking dumb children.

Frequent cuts back to your BFF holding a stack of fancy boxes that just gets taller and taller.

She will, indeed and alas, leave her job without her job.

Bradbury: [taking a pan of apple dumplings out of the oven] Pontificating about the nature of story? Well, that's a heck of a gosh-and-golly thing to do. Have a snickerdoodle while these cool. Did you know books smell like cinnamon and mummies?

These AI phone bots are getting creative with their names. I was left a message about loan pre-approval from "Harlow Sutherland" just now.

Yes, I arranged a meeting with Harlow Sutherland. He will send his carriage to meet my train and take me to his estate. The moors aren't safe at night.

“I am Father Lankester Merrin. But they call me…”

[slaps on fedora, peers over rims of totally boss shades]

“The Exorcist.”

I don't know how Pevear and Volokhonsky translated it, but when it shows up, be sure to enjoy the character whose health is suffering from "trying to be married to too many men at once."

I also recently noticed Tolstoy's ever-so-cunty dialogue in the P&V Anna Karenina. It's delectable.

Bob and Carol and Tent and Alice

You can see the fault line in TV drama between “before Twin Peaks” and “in the wake of Twin Peaks.”

Nothing controversial about the truth!

I have it on good campaign-office authority that he smells really nice.

That first one looks a little bit like my US senator, who is notably a firm-bodied Jewish drink of cool, cool water.

This one stings. Time to watch her cameo in Cannonball Run a few dozen times.

Meatwad in my brain, several times a week: "How do I know if I'm aroused?"