Cosmic American Blog

6. La Dolce Vita (Fellini, 1960) Ever thought to yourself, “If only a Fellini movie featured a diamond-shaped blob, sentient balloons, suic...

  8. Midnight Cowboy (Schlesinger, 1969) Everybody’s talkin’ about my 8th favorite movie of the ‘60s, but I don’t hear a word they’re sayin...

Hey, how about that? Looks like I'm still able to log into Blogspot. Well, before someone at Google unknowingly changes my password and ...

A door, with hinges long since rusted, creaks loudly as it opens. A sliver of light shines through the now opened portal. A figure walks in,...

This sort of feels like the end credits of Ferris Bueller's Day Off : "You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go!" I u...

Attention dear readers: If you're one of the many anonymous blobs of matter who has, over the years, sporadically enjoyed perusing this ...

Question: What happens when two depressed British synth-pop sourpusses cheer up just a teeny tiny bit? Answer: They put away their Joy Divis...

Unnerved and alarmed by my shocking failure to recognize the grossly forged nature of the Phil Collins "memoir" which I so eagerly...

Ten years ago, just for the fun of it, I started blogging about my favorite songs of the year. I didn't realize it would grow into an an...

What a wild year it's been. Thanks to the vaccine, the world began opening up again (somewhat). At the same time, it feels like the worl...