The Haiku Review™:
Behind the Penis!
More sexy? Impossible.
It’s a long way down.
:: 1997 :: dir. Paul Thomas Anderson :: 
Starring Mark Wahlberg, Burt Reynolds, Luis Guzmán, Julianne Moore, Don Cheadle, Heather Graham, Philip Seymour Hoffman, William H. Macy and everyone’s favorite porn editor, Ricky Jay.
DVD features color bars, director and cast commentaries, and a handy list of all the groovy songs in the film.
The Haiku Review™:
Tommy Lee again,
Chases the innocent perp.
Again. Yet again.
:: 1999 :: dir. Bruce Beresford ::
Starring a non-nonsense Tommy Lee Jones trying to do the right thing, a wronfully accused Ashley Judd and a really entertaining bastard of a Bruce Greenwood. Oh, and no Alex Trebek.
DVD features… umm… I forgot.
The Haiku Review?:
She says he loves her.
What’s his side of the story?
Hearts are for crushing.
:: 2002 :: dir. Laetitia Colombani :: 
Starring "that chick from Amélie" Audrey Tautou, Samuel Le Bihan, Isabelle Carré and Clément Sibony.
Just enjoying the pleasure of finally being able to log into my blog with Safari. Pay me no mind.
Whatever real or imagined misgivings I had about the Mac back on April 1st, Apple’s NAB announcements have me floored. They’ve got new versions of all their Pro Film/Video apps: Final Cut Pro 4, DVD Studio Pro 2 (both of which come with a great new app called Compressor), and Shake 3. All of them have a b[oa]tload incredible new features and advances. I am totally psyched!
That wasn’t too much was it? I don’t want to sound like Apple’s lap dog.
No, no. That was fine.
So, I’ve been rethinking this whole computer platform thing. Who cares if the Mac is based on a better operating system?… I need speed. Intel chips are running at two to three times the MHz speed of the Motorola chips that power my G4 Mac, and even Adobe has announced that they prefer PCs for […]
The Haiku Review™:
Every line, a new tune.
They sing because they have to.
Who watches this crap?
:: 1996 :: dir. Alan Parker :: ✭✭
Starring Madonna Ciccone, a lipsyncing Antonio Banderas, a singing Jonathan Pryce, and the disjointed works of "tunesmith" Andrew Lloyd Webber.
DVD features the movie, and probably a few other things that I didn’t bother looking at.