Spoiler Alert: he goes to hell...

Last night on TCM (I think) it was Richard Burton, chewing the infernal scenery through his trippy sixties version of Faustus. Watching, I was struck by two thoughts: 1) How great Liz looked, given how little she actually had to do and 2) How in hell (in a manner of speaking) Sir Dick kept getting work...

A particularly hellish clip is appended herewith for your pleasure...

Another Reason I Get Hate Mail, dept.

Do me a favor: if I'm ever murdered, do NOT let them put it on Americas Most Wanted. Surely I can't be the only person on the planet who thinks John Walsh is a self-aggrandizing asshole.

(Actually, I know for a fact I'm not)...