Long ago, back in the dark ages of the Internet—say around 1997 or so—I put together a little tribute to one of my favorite record labels, Planet Pimp Records. Planet Pimp was a small label out of San Francisco that specialized in garage rock bands, but each release had a novelty edge to it, much to the chagrin of many a record buyer (and The Car Thieves).
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Mildly amusing tale of a guy who choses to recreate memories down to exacting detail. Reminded me of how pot heads talk (and a bit of The Man Who Folded Himself). In the end, not much is gained my reading this. Shallow but entertaining at least despite threadbare plot.
A satisfying ending to a wonderful series of books. The rating reflects my opinion of the series more than that of this one book (Goblet of Fire remains the best of the series)
A hu-hum offering in the series. I accidently skipped a book... didn't seem to matter.
A very well done Aubry/Maturin story. More Maturin centric than usual, which is refreshing.
The ending was spoiled for me, but a clever twist indeed.
Another nice entry in the Aubry Maturin series.
Decent mystery. A nice change of pace from A. Christie.
Interesting with a nice ending, but lacks any real plot complications to hook me in.
Business as usual comedy from Ferrel
Bava doesn't quite have the monster movie thing down. Has it's moments, but overall just a mediocre Gothic horror.
An Italian twist on Poe's "The Black Cat." All the standard giallo elements are here in this better-than-average entry into that genre.
Trippy and confused, but somehow this movie works for me. Telly Savalas is great.
A Bava play on the And then There Were None theme.