The Czech Republic

Dear America, Stop going to see bad Jerry Bruckheimer films. k thx TCR

Usually, I find it in me to cope with fullscreen, but I couldn't imagine watching The Godfather in anything but widescreen. You know, real film.

The Beginning of the End Peggie Castle portrays a Brenda Starr-style reporter investigating the wipe-out of a small suburban town outside Chicago. The military won't reveal information, so she winds up at an entomologist's compound, headed by Peter Graves. His nutrients have created super vegetables, for world hunger, but with horrific repercussions. The first appearance of a gigantic locust is frightening, aided by excellent Albert Glasser music, shrill insect sounds and competent special effects (real bugs magnified via rear projection and/or mattes). The acting is all polished by Graves, Castle, perennial favorite Morris Ankrum (as a general, again), others. Military stock footage is seamlessly interwoven into the battle scenes. The Special Edition DVD print is beautiful (skip the shoddy Mystery Science Theater version - I HATE MST, they ridicule good pictures), looking like a new film, shimmering black and white photography, properly framed at 1:66 to 1, eliminating any grasshoppers crawling outside a skyscraper into the sky. 73 minute running time works wonders, without bloated padding and gratuitous violence. It moves efficiently and competently, thanks to director Bert I. Gordon and the rest of the crew. Mitchell(waka/jawaka...) "Mitchell" basically looks a cop TV show from the seventies and as far as cop shows go this one isn't all that terrible. If you're basing your review on the Mystery Science version the fact is you haven't seen the movie. All you've seen are some nerdy creatures make fun of a movie because they're not talented enough to make a movie themselves. Those guys could make "Casablanca" look like a piece of junk. That's their shtick. If you're a fan of shows like " The Rockford Files" you'll probably like this movie. It's not that bad!

I Accuse My Parents. Surely this is a joke. Wow! Wow! What an intense movie! I cried longer after watching this than after THE GODFATHER PART II. I'm POSITIVELY SURE Francis Ford Coppola looked to this wonderful, impact-movie for inspiration. What clear-thinking person wouldn't? I am often accused of becoming too emotional, but I guarantee you'll be biting your nails when Jimmy goes on some of those incredibly dangerous missions for his mob boss! Also, his parents are raving mad alcoholics that ignore his needs--I was shaking with grief the whole time. It's bad enough this kid lives in 1945...but he's got to have a neglectful mother and father on top of it? I Think we need even more movies with the protagonist pinning all personal faults on his parents!! This way, parents with troubling emotional problems, would amend their ways IMMEDIATELY after viewing this movie. Just think how many young people we could save from crime! Unlike most reviewers who saw this on an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000, (which I believe to be a tacky show, often making fun of some of the best tear-jerkers of our century), I watched this movie on my Beta machine where I taped it long ago on cable access. or My fourteen-year-old son has never been in trouble. He's an honor student scoring on standardized tests in the 99th percentile and he's also a participant in the Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth Program. He's engaging and argumentative, fun and challenging. But he also wants his first job. How can I ignore the possibility he'll wind up, like the well-dressed, nicely spoken teen in "I Accuse My Parents" running felony errands for a local criminal mini-mind? I can't so last night I sat him down to see this 1944 sermon with songs about the seductive attractiveness of fast money in dubious enterprises. By 1944 the morality message semi-documentary genre was on its way out, replaced by more realistic films depicting myriad evils. "I Accuse My Parents" is a somewhat more professional, better acted sequel to such unforgettable epics as "Reefer Madness." Like its predecessors it has a straight from the screen admonitory message for parents, here from a judge. The plot is simple-nice only son has parents more interested in their separate social lives (dad gambles, mom imbibes) than in the kid's activities. He announces he's won an essay contest, dad gives him money. He mentions the next day is his birthday as dad and mom head out for hilarious partying, dad gives him money (my son liked THAT theme). Good Kid lies to all about his homelife, painting it as idyllic. Then he meets Nightclub Singer/Gang Boss's moll and falls head-over-heels in love. Of course she's a blond. They hug and kiss-sex hadn't been invented yet. She tries to steer him away from her lover, he gets involved in a murder and flees. He comes back, confronts evil crime boss, a struggle, a shot - exit mob boss, enter prosecutor. All ends well. Of course. And the end credits inform us that "I Accuse My Parents" will be shown in combat zones to America's fighting forces. I bet any G.I. would have preferred this film to having his time wasted by Bob Hope or Hedy Lamar. A period piece but one better acted than the usual scare-the-parents comedy of its day. And only $5.99 for the DVD. Maybe I'll show it again to my kid soon. --- Continue plz

Viva la WWE folder.

I'll just donate to the American Cancer Association. Forget the stupid band.

I was just watching Reading Rainbow this morning on public broadcasting, and Levar Burton was at spring training with the 1989 Oakland A's! He then worked out with them in what was the most homoerotic segment I've ever seen. Lots of big men in tank tops with mustaches, working their hard bodies, helping each other with leg lifts, sit-ups, and push-ups, all with a cheesy synthy 80s beat. Natch. Then they read some books. But it was weird. They were wearing those horrid green pullovers and everything. I got sad when they showed mascots, such as Youppi!, committing hilarious shenanigans. No more Expos. I felt this had to be shared.

That would work out well.

This is great news!

For the Bears quarterback, or Vikings mascot

Those closets look quite accommodating for your storage needs!

I don't wear one because too many people wear them just to be trendy. Remember those W.W.J.D. wristbands? 1999 fucking sucked

Can I (A 49ers fan) join this Rams hatefest? I don't think ANYBODY likes the Rams.

I just want to say that Scud is a really unlikable guy.

I had a dream that some chick was in a hospital bed and kept getting injections from a nurse. Every time she got one, the 1920s Homestar Runner music played and she shit herself.

Is "winningest" even a word?!? ESPN seems to think so.

Like I said, I need flashing lights and blinking squares for my posts to get Kotz's attention. I don't feel the Miles Davis in Radiohead at all. The Smiths, sort of, based on "Death of a Disco Dancer."

You popularized it, that's all. I wish we had a TSM Thanksgiving Feast. "Hey, suckbag, this stuffing is awful!" -Anglesault "Yeah well file this meal under tough shit!" -AMikeSC "What the hell is going on, anyway? Thanksgiving was in October" -half the board

I'll just have to get it for Super Nintendo then.

I, too, miss when Jon Stewart was always funny. Yeah I don't get America's dislike of Canada, at all. I also don't get the perhaps overcompensatory love for it that others have. I just think of it as another country that is helpful in trade and supplies us with comedians.

Seahawks-Packers in the playoffs Canucks-Flames, WQF Game 6 Red Sox-Yankees, Games 3-7

not allowed

I wonder if the rest of the family uses "suckbag"

Ok, how many people talk like that today? I can understand why he'd be a viable candidate, but that's a silly reason. Look up the literally thousands of uses of words and phrases Shakespeare invented that are still used today. People use them every day without realising. Yeah, like "stuff." Can't thank him enough

John Kerry