That TV ad for Juno with Mott the Hoople‘s “All The Young Dudes” on the soundtrack is driving me insane. It’s playing over and over and over on the tube, and I’m hating the big Juno “sell” because it’s not selling the movie but a huggy-sensitive ad agency version of it. I may be the only person having this reaction, but the ad is exerting an almost Norbit-like effect. If I hear the words “the best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for exactly who you are” one more time…
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I’ve never been able to give myself over to Sam Peckinpah’s Major Dundee, a 1965 Civil War–era western, and I’ve...
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