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So Long
With the departure of Duncan Shepherd's column, I can only imagine a future where we will be force fed thinly-veiled corporate drivel of vapid boot-lickers, Clockwork Orange-style. Gone will be the days of The Great Hollywood Ego Crusher, The Foreign Film Majorette, the man that could wield a pen like a poleax. Questionable antipathies not withstanding, Duncan's reviews were the one thing I depended on. His columns were used as a Tombstone ace-in-the-sleeve, a trump card that could slide across the table and say, "Look, dude, intelligent life does too exist in San Diego". God, how that man could piss me off. I can still barely talk about the time he gave one star to my favorite film of all time, Network, and three to Star Trek 3. Three. Disagreements with Mr. Shepherd were quickly forgotten, though. About two sentences in. His writing could debilitate me like few others, and when he hated a movie that I didn't like either I would get all hyped-up and cheer him on like Seabiscuit on the home stretch. That's one dude that could turn a paragraph. He will be sorely missed. - rob gilley— November 14, 2010 3:08 p.m.