Wiendish Fitch

It's absolutely torturous if they're one in the same. *Shudder*.

What a shame Clint Eastwood and Charlton Heston never made a movie together. They could have clenched jaw face-off.

Me too! The Bangles are crazy underrated, IMO.

Hey, I love Paul McCartney with all my heart and soul, but… yeah, I prefer the Guns n' Roses cover of "Live and Let Die", too. The original is too plinky (not a word, but it should be) and good Sir Paul sounds vaguely bored and distracted. The Guns n' Roses version has way more bite and frickin' rocks. It's actually one of my favorite workout songs.

I agree wholeheartedly. It's a lovely cover… that, and I hate the Stones (Mick Jagger is a loathsome human being, IMO). I absolutely love Ingrid Michaelson's rendition of "Can't Help Falling in Love". Another UO is that I'm not a big Elvis fan (the only song of his I truly love is "Jailhouse Rock"), and always found his version okay, but not great. Michaelson's cover is sweet, but with a certain rawness and urgency, and I like the minimal instrumentation. Sarah McLachlan's cover of "The Rainbow Connection" is just splendid, does good ol' Kermie justice. For fans of Les Mis, I urge you to check out Michael Crawford's renditions of "I Dreamed a Dream" and "On My Own". He sings them gorgeously, and it's a fresh and interesting change to hear these songs sung by a man. Josh Groban hits "Vincent (Starry Starry Night)" and "The Moon's a Harsh Mistress" out of the ballpark. I also like his cover of "Falling Slowly" (but it will never hold a candle to the original. Sorry, Josh). One of my favorite songs from the Mona Lisa Smile soundtrack is Tori Amos's "Murder, She Said". She sounds like she's having a blast tapping into her inner chanteuse. Sorry to be negative again, but Betty Hutton has always grated my nerves, so I'm glad that song ended up in better hands. Also on the same soundtrack is Mandy Moore's cover of "Secret Love" by Doris Day, and it's surprisingly lovely.

Love Virginia O'Brien! She's wonderful in The Harvey Girls and one of the very, very, very few good things about DuBarry Was a Lady.

I love A Star is Born, but I agree on Judy. I blame it on drink, drugs, and the fact that she was a bit of a yo-yo dieter. I felt bad for her, because all that crap takes its toll. It doesn't help that her make-up is dreadful, her hairdo is too severe, and the lighting only occasionally does her favors (none of those things are on her, by the way). With all that said, screw it, because she's in top form. I get chills every time she sings "The Man That Got Away". It boggles my mind that anyone could cut the "Born in a Trunk", because that number is… I can't think of any words good enough. I usually don't like going with the popular consensus, but I have to say that, yeah, Judy got robbed at Oscar time. Sorry, Grace Kelly fans, but The Country Girl is a dreary, forgettable slog of a movie, while A Star is Born is a masterpiece, Judy's finest acting ever.

I liked Jo until she became too special: all the guys wanted her, and she was always the most sensible, the most level-headed, most talented (she could cook, dance, play piano, sing, fix cars and bikes, teach) member of the group. She went from being a brash, flawed, likable kid to this insufferable beacon of perfection. Blech. What does it say about me that I thought Blair's character development felt the most natural?

The pop version of "Let Me Be Your Wings" from Thumbelina. I love this cute, cheesy song (from a mediocre animated film from 20 damn years ago) so much I had to buy the whole damn Barry Manilow album of duets from the iTunes store to get it. That's right, a whole album of Manilow songs sits in my iTunes library. Sigh. Let the ridicule commence, you know I can't stop you.

I've always preferred Luther Vandross and Mariah Carey's version of "Endless Love" to the original. The music is more interesting, and let me be brutally honest: Vandross and Carey are superior singers to Lionel Ritchie (who has always coasted on being accessible and merely okay) and Diana Ross (who sounds like she's whimpering in that song). The cover also sounds more passionate and emotional, to the point where it transcends the rather mawkish lyrics.

I wanted to like To Sir, With Love, and I might have (if only for my deep and abiding love for Sidney Poitier), if they hadn't insisted on playing that dreary, clunky, un-hummable theme song over and over. Seriously? The powers that be couldn't have waited until the final scene and the end credits? They had to trot out that song every 20 minutes to the point where, if it were person, we'd wish death upon it? I mean, no offense to Lulu (who's a decent singer), but I was about ready to curse her very name when her big scene finally arrived!

Word on Return of the Jedi. I have never had a problem with the Ewoks, absolutely none, and I felt that way even before Jar Jar Binks came along (but that's a popular opinion, so I'll take that elsewhere).

Popular opinion? I still adore The Wizard of Oz. Unpopular opinion? The flying monkeys never, ever, ever scared me. Nope, never. And let me be clear, I was not a brave or tough kid. I was a sissy little crybaby, but I was never frightened of the flying monkeys or even the Wicked Witch. It seriously raises my hackles when today's helicopter parents won't let their kids watch The Wizard of Oz because they think the flying monkeys are too scary, but have no compunction about letting their kids watch crappy animated movies with fart/poop/homophobic humor. Ugh.

Same here. My one complaint? The cover photo. Couldn't he have gotten a haircut and put on a suit? The shaggy, floppy, shoulder-length blond hair made him look like a 90s child actor. Plus, the dude can rock a suit like no one else.

I also hate that holier-than-thou Sean Penn. If Penn knew what his dictator buddies really thought of him, and I mean, what they really, really thought of him, I'll bet you anything he'd cry like a little bitch. I know it's wrong, but my heart did backflips when Robin Wright not only divorced Penn, but got engaged to the much younger Ben Foster (not sure if they're still together, but it doesn't make it any less awesome).

Dear Zachary. I don't want to get into detail, but I was a wreck. If you watch it, for God's sake have tissues handy. You will need them.

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I hate 99% of anything Hanna-Barbera has made, especially Scooby Doo. And have I got a UO that will piss everyone off: as annoying and hated as he was, Scrappy Doo was a better character than Scooby. Why? Because Scrappy at least had a personality and agency!

Okay, my fault, I exaggerated, but I stand by my opinion that the majority of characters with visions are female.

Maybe I'm just a jaded, disillusioned Negative Nancy, but I am sick to my teeth of characters with "visions". Joss Whedon couldn't get enough of them, they pop up on every other sci-fi/fantasy show, and now every episode of Constantine has to highlight Zed's magical specialness with her damn "visions". I can't be the only person who feels this way, surely others are tired of this overrated, overused, lazy power that ultimately is inconsistent (the characters are either way too powerful or never powerful enough) and never as helpful as it could be. And it's always women who have this lameass gift! I want to see more super-powered women on TV, but I want to see badass powers, not this feeble psychic ability that's just an excuse to make them faint into the hero's arms (ugh), or fall into a pretty trance (double ugh).

It's the perfectly coordinated accessory to his punchable personality and viewpoints.

If they insist on utilizing this trope, then I demand the characters regret it later, because anyone stupid enough to throw away opportunities deserves nothing less! I'm so bored with this trope I could scream.

Bless Tom Hardy's heart, he did his best, but his Bane voice? It brought to mind W.C. Fields trapped in a well. I kept waiting for him to say "Godfrey Daniel!" A valid complaint, to be sure, but I just see it as like attracting like. Y'know, Bruce is f***ed up, Selina is f***ed up, so, um…. true love wins, I guess?

I couldn't get behind Janeway because Kate Mulgrew insisted on talking in that horrendous, third-rate Katherine Hepburn impersonator voice. Love her on Orange is the New Black, though.

The line in the movie about his chin being "villainous" made me smile.