Kevin Spacey

REVIEW: ‘House of Cards’ Shifts the Paradigm Without Collapsing

It’s not just that television has usurped the supremacy of quality scripted drama and comedy from theatrical, now it’s the way that content is being viewed that is changing the way entertainment is created and delivered. Because of Netflix and other online streaming content providerspeople have been watching entire seasons in one sitting, or in a few sittings, as I just did to write this review of House of Cards, which is why this post is going up on a Saturday rather than a Thursday or Friday as it should have.  As a filmed content producer myself,

The Underage‑Sex Reverse Richter Scale

BAKER STREET

by Eric J Baker

Editor’s Note: This marks the 100th post on the PFC blog, which wouldn’t mean much if this were TMZ with a dozen fluffy gossip posts an hour, but a PFC piece requires a lot of TLC to create.  It’s only appropriate that Eric Baker take this honor because it is he who kicked us over the 4,000-views-a-day mark on Friday with his Duran Duran story.  — James Killough

We were talking movie directors here the other day (actually, I was talking movie directors and Killough was like, “Yeah whatever, Baker—shut the fuck up—I know”) and Roman Polanski came up, not for his movies but for his marriage to Sharon Tate. The Polanski-Tate union suffered from the dreaded Billy Joel-Christie Brinkley syndrome years before medical science had even identified the disease, which occurs when an ugly, talented man marries a beautiful, possibly talented, but who cares, she’s a goddess, woman. And Sharon Tate was a goddess.

But, Sharon, why Frodo? WHY?

You may know that Tate was murdered in 1969 by Charles Manson’s gang and that Polanski went on to perpetrate a sexual act against a 13-year-old girl in the mid 1970s.