I've had my browser crash on me lately when making posts. Terribly frustrating.

That's how I am with the Like A Virgin monologue in Reservoir Dogs. Oh, absolutely. The influence it had on film is definitely something I'm glad for; film was allowed to be riskier after that. The mid-'90s indie scene is one of my favorite periods of film, as so many great actors and directors kicked off their careers then, and the success of PF had a hand in that. It also made Dan want to act, so that's something to be grateful for, too.
IKR? It seems to be a general reaction to a good work of art, in that we want the creator to almost keep replicating it over and over. Then when that happens, we think it's repetitive and get annoyed and question why they don't take risks. When they don't, we wonder why they don't stick to what works.
We are the lucky few who do and I'm glad there's you and at least a few others who do, too. I always sort of blame that on all my years as an art student, and as I recall, you're the creative kind, too. My other friends who are similar are also artists, and with art and creative outlets, there's an emphasis on focusing on detail (and for those of us who have taken art history, interpretation and analyzation). I sound pretentious right now, but I do wish more people could look beyond the presented surface of things. I think people can, but far too often, we're all too used to so much being spelled out for us so we don't feel a need to.
It still amuses me that in all of the risks taken in fiction, especially film, only in the last decade have two directors been willing to go into such territory with Black Book and Inglourious Basterds. Not even the exploitative '70s films that were so willing to glorify Nazism were willing to touch that subject matter, let alone humanize the very subjects they exploited for cheap thrills. I borrowed a bit from The Night Porter for my screenplay (it's such an awful film, it really is; not so much offensive as it is a big bore) and I boggled at how it was presenting me with this relationship that was supposed to be passionate and it ended so flatly. They're both gunned down, but it's shot from a distance and was so utterly anti-climactic. If anything, a story about a socialist girl and the Nazi who tormented her should end in slow-motion with bullets and blood and an Ennio Morricone score. I mean, give me something to make me care. /tangent

Ugh, I'm sorry to hear that, I really am. But that is good that you have doctors within the family to keep you from keeling over. Sometimes I wish I had the same. Though there are enough librarians who could easily research what ails me, I suppose.

Oh, blech. I've lucked out enough that the one series (Battlestar Galactica) I really followed and adored ended as I felt it should. For those who didn't like the ending, the whining in the fandom still continues on. I remain smug. Starbuck/Anders are my space Sho/Fred. Apollo is such a Marcel.

Landa may love rumors, but I can't stand them most of the time. Recently, for instance, it's rumored that Fassbender could possibly be the father of January Jones' baby. Not that I'd mind that, but there is nothing to go on other than the fact that she refuses to disclose who it is and that they were in a film together. Other than that, there's nothing to indicate the two even did anything.
It always seems to be the most sensitive types to be such asses (like how most horror film directors are total sweethearts).

I will totally need your help. And if we get caught by him, we can easily flatter Quentin into not calling the police. Mentions of Sho/Fred and/or being barefoot might help.

Oh, and Dan is in Ron Howard's film Rush. Principal photography begins next year in the U.K. Currently, Ron is filming racing scenes without Dan and Chris as Chris is filming that Snow White film with Kristen Stewart in Wales. So I gotta have my screenplay all ready to go by next Spring, pretty much.

Tom Waits and Fred is a winning combination (and it'd probably make me so out of joy). Not that you have to, but you could also supplement Fred's scenes with scenes of Paul from Love in Thoughts, to represent a younger Fred before Italy? Just an idea.