Talkback around Bill's exceptional takedown of the beloved (by whom?) The Natural - and, incidentally, I also hate Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid - and my reverent mumblecore shrine to one of my favorite moments from the New American Cinema: Arthur Penn's Night Moves.
TMI: I have a framed poster from its initial release in my basement bathroom along with posters of The Conversation, Dead Man, Dogville, and Barton Fink and though DVD Savant Glenn Erickson hates its tagline of "Maybe he'd find the girl, maybe he would find himself" (he calls it something like "awful Bergman" and he's probably not wrong), I kind of love it. I also love the way that posters from the seventies showed breasts sans nipples (like w/Jaws of that same year), as a way to sanitize it for our protection. All it did for me was create a whole new paradigm for fantasizing at an early age about the mystery of breasts.
Check out Alex's (Utah-based Alex's) take on HBO's Big Love Season Two and was anyone as surprised as me that Where the Wild Things Are didn't get more love? Finally - saw Kick-Ass... who's taking bets?
Also - anyone else as geeked as me about Terrence Malick's Tree of LIfe? A companion piece to The Fountain with its original star Brad Pitt? Groovy.