Tag: Friday Night at the Movies

Terry Gilliam’s directorial debut.

Phoebe Cates, Carrie Fisher, and Bridget Fonda.

This would make much more sense if you were french or spanish or italian.

You know, european.

You cheese eating surrender monkey.

Unfortunately Chuckles refused to disappear and all I have left at the moment is good stuff.

I’m putting it below the fold in hopes of confusing the ‘bots, but if you have any interest in large constrictors and what’s in Carol Merrill’s box or pacifist themes you’ll watch this while it’s still available and put it in your Netflix account for when it won’t be.

Here is a song about boxes-

And another one-

And of course, no boxed set would be complete without a heart shaped one-

I have a sneaking suspicion my endorsement of films by featuring them here is resulting in difficulties.  Here’s one I won’t be sorry to see go.

Welcome to Friday Night at the Movies, a new idea I’m trying.  If there’s something you’d rather see in this space (other than Inigo Montoya’s father) I’m open to suggestions.

We start with Judge Dredd, perhaps the worst film Sylvester Stallone ever made outside of Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot.

Shhh…, he may be in the closet, if you think that adds depth to his character.