“We’re goin’ to the grave. Ten mile on. Goin’ to the graveyard. Her [pointing to granddaughter] folks buried there. Both of ‘em kilt on Saturday

“When I recall you, beloved tango, I feel the earth moving under our feet As we danced, and hear the rumbling of the past. Mother

Well, this is going to be different.  I’ve never reviewed half a movie before.  It’s sort of an ideal situation for a critic:  I get

“Now I absolutely despise the murderer Herzog.  I tell him to his face that I want to see him perish like the llama he executed. 

Nasrudin was in a patent office trying to patent a magic wand. “I’m sorry,” said the clerk, “ we don’t patent impossible inventions.” So Nasrudin

“I was hoping we’d grown up.” Rupert, in Rupert’s Land  “carlish”:  Of or pertaining to a carl or carls; churlish, clownish, vulgar, coarse, rude, mean.

There is a growing tendency in any closed part of the universe…for disorder (called “entropy”) to expand at the price of order (called “negentropy”). Suppose,

“Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds.  One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is

  “…I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s

Imperial Rome is back in the news these days.  Director Ridley Scott’s recently released Gladiator has garnered glowing reviews from just about everywhere. I’m glad. 

Before I begin talking about this month’s film, I’d like to congratulate the new owners of Crawford Bay Video, Theresa and Lorne, and wish them

“Multiply the above [execution of  seventeen prisoners of war] by scores, aye hundreds—verify it in all the forms that different circumstances, individuals, places, could afford—light