Don’t kill books and don’t kill movies, you jerks!

I love Andrew Sullivan, y’all know I do, but his giddy anticipation of the fall of traditional media (newspapers, dead-tree books, movie theaters; the giddiness is my reading, of course; …

Day 222: Rainbow Surpreme

From the local cultural staple known as Jerry’s Sno Cones (I’ve searched and searched for the Great Balls of Fire clip that features Jerry’s to no avail). After suffering the …

Day 198: Power House

My pal D alerted me to the $5 Friday midnight matinees going on this month in the basement over at Power House, which suits this night owl just fine. We …

The young moviegoer

I posted just now over at The Memphis Blog about first moviegoing experiences, and I’ve sat here for roughly three seconds trying to dredge up my own memory of my …

Day 174: Roll Credits

Um, so I saw the new Transformers flick with Shane and Ashley and Joey. And I really didn’t have any idea what was happening at any given moment. Except I …

Day 158: Hangover Demon

We all do battle sometimes. The Hangover was funny. Zach Galifianakis should be a household name and I want to shrink him and put him in my pocket and pull …