Marah speaks exactly like a person who hasn't experienced for herself the increasingly absurd farce of pretending to love Chet as much as Colin.

i came out of this thinking now whoa there it is

I think we were definitely supposed to dig it. Music was the one and only thing he was good at in his life. But then, by the end, the movie itself admits that Llewyn might have been good, and unfairly treated by the music industry, but he wasn't electrifying, like Bob. SO WHY DID WE WATCH HIM THE WHOLE MOVIE!? It's a…

The music was horrible. I hate that kind of soulful crooning. Corny shit, to me. But the reveal of Bob at the end destroyed me. I have never had such a clear cut, instantaneous, rug-pulled-out-from-under-you sensation in a movie. Puddle of tears. (And by the way, this movie has the same ending as A Serious Man… the…

God that movie was horrible. We should all take a moment to appreciate that. Poor one out for ole PTA.

Damn, that's really interesting. I would love to go back in time and go to opening nights of various favorite films to see how they play. Hearing the audience groan when No Country ended was really fun.

Fuck do I hate a hot audience. I go to a lot of screenings of old movies and they can be completely thrown if the audience is too impressed with themselves for coming out and seeing a movie in 35mm. That can also happen with directors who you get cool points for being into. However, having said that, for the right…

nigerian laugh riot tom tucker

him playing with his tonka trucks in the war room and being shushed by the adults talking.

i just read that even crows care about their own dead!

her real name is kevin but she's always solving mysteries so they call her nancy drew

Or perhaps your judgement wasn't as good as you thought.

but it's our hell drain

That was the first one that made me get off the boat.

she might be we just don't know

albarn from blur

: log
: we call
: sss

Coens are hilariously underrated, despite all the acclaim. They have made half a dozen drop dead classics, both comedy and drama, all of them deep as fuck without being pretentious, even (especially) the comedies, and yet because they don't put exclamation points at the end of their stylistic choices, dumbass cineates…

apologizing really humanizes a gentleman and we forget that! i leave this thinking he's a smarmy doofus, but now sort of a klutz-y, mess-of-a-human smarmy doofus. racist uncle you kinda like rather than anonymous guy in the newspaper who killed a fella for racist reasons.

Then clearly the filmmakers chose the wrong period of time to cover.