Payne, Tarantino, a bunch of Asian guys you’ve never heard of… it’s the first half of Erich’s top 20 of the decade, arranged in no particular order.

I doubt Selby would believe that his legacy is best conveyed via celebrity endorsements.

Matt Cale knows his presidents.

A brutally depressing documentary that not even my hard heart could refuse.

Forget the grade school pageant acting, or the insidious Chick-fil-A propaganda…

Cale’s picks for ‘07.

Smug self-satisfaction has all but become our national language these days, so why not make yet another so-called independent release that traffics in little else?

For the love of Horgh, check out that tumbleweed!

No doubt cursing Jesus for not giving him enough money to record a decent album.

Matt Cale hates cinema.