The cellblock was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The warden swung around angrily. “Awright, who dropped that pin? Somebody spoiling to be expurgated?”
An almost unbearably tense black comedy of eerily quiet streets, bad decisions, and chance encounters that turn out to be connected in bizarre, unexpected ways.
A little success is a dangerous thing. A lot of success is worse. Few prove this thesis more conclusively than Dennis Hopper’s sophomore directorial excretion.
The Royal Shakespeare and Traveling Wet-Nurse Repertory Theatre has mounted a series of the Bard’s greatest works, subtly rewritten for the adult market.
Please help settle a bet for me. My brother says that you can see TV in 3-D if you close one eye. I say he’s been drinking too much Pledge. Who’s right?