His film choices are admittedly hit or miss, but he's still a brilliant stand up guy.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Toys and Fisher King are excellent movies. What Dreams May Come was often brilliant.
I like Dead Poets too. It kind of set a bad precedent, but I enjoyed the film itself.
I can forgive a great stand up act a couple of really bad movies. See: Lewis Black.
He was just amazing-- ninety minutes of straight up funny as hell observations, starting with him completely riffing on what a fucked up city Jacksonville is. I was surprised he didn't go a hair more political, but what he did do was side-splittingly funny.
Sounds great, Barb.
I'd love to see him live. I'd likely hurt myself laughing. His movies do range from brilliant to horrible.
Congrats to Gris.
I am sitting in my house with the windows open for the first time since last Spring. It is grand. Almost chilly. Whee! eta: Checked the weather thing and it is 69F now and may get down to 59F tonight. It seemed like Autumn would never arrive.
Laura, he's going to be at the Seminole Hard Rock later this week I think.
Hmmmm, I should check into that.
"What Dreams May Come" was a brilliant piece of art direction. The writing was awful. (To be fair, I hated the book too.) It would have been better in Basque, without subtitles, or better yet in some made-up language nobody spoke, so as not to victimize the tiny minority of the world's population who speaks Basque.