They seemed to go out of their way to make him look buff as well, which, as with all such things, is A Choice.

We’re All In It Together

And it's wild! I did a write-up about it a couple years back for Crooked Marquee's New Christmas Canon.

Update: I did.

Time to remake his FOUR ROOMS segment, only this time the challenge is he has to refrain from spouting ridiculous nonsense for 15 minutes or have a finger chopped off. This can be repeated as often as necessary.

Dafoe is my second-most-watched actor, followed closely by Dick Miller, who comes with his own array of bangers.

The English teacher I had my senior year of high school turned me on to him, and that play in particular. I was something of a budding playwright myself and he knew it would be right up my alley.

This reminds me of when Pinter died. The news came out on Christmas Day while I was over at my brother's house, and while I was devastated, I couldn't say anything because I doubted anybody else in my family knew who he was.

That sounds like the pans over the killer’s paraphernalia in a Dario Argento giallo thriller. I would expect them to be scored by Goblin.

I taped the songs off the TV with my boom box. It was crude, but effective.

This is not Mel Torme!

Of course it’s Paul’s fault. I should have guessed.

That’s cool. The lineup I saw in the 90s was those four plus Gunn and Mastelotto.

Which iteration of Crimson? I saw them in the mid-90s when they were a “double trio” and again a decade later when they were a quartet.