In some ways, maybe, but in the arithmetical way, no.

I have been. It's pretty underwhelming.

Cool story, bro time: My local district court judge is a dead ringer for Lynch, and has the same clearly-highly-intelligent-yet-folksy-cornball mien about him. I've never done a good job in front of him. He's truly my "monster behind the Winkie's."

Everyone knows you can only a Curly Tail Grub can bring in the Swedish Fish.

I very much enjoy the split-screen sequence in The Rules of Attraction: https://youtu.be/X4zV0U4wg8A

The problem with my James Mason impression (which is really quite good) is that none of my friends even know who James Mason is.

Sounds like Herzog's Lessons of Darkness, another near-wordless documentary about environmental degradation. It follows American oil workers after Operation Desert Storm as they attempt to put out some horrendous fires. Highly recommended, and available on Youtube.

Make sure to wash "there" more thoroughly.

I'm obligated to note that it can be two things.

It's still a little too stupid to be a great film or anything, but I find it tremendously entertaining.

Well, sure. It's a little harsh for my palate despite my love of the Islays, but taste is totally personal. I just (perhaps unreasonably) demand historical accuracy in my beer names!

I really love that adaptation.

Filming was scheduled during the height of sex party season!

Yep. There is absolutely not ever, ever, peat-smoked malt in Scottish strong ales. I hate to see that misapprehension get trotted out again. Smoked malt is improper, and just a product of people thinking about Scotch whisky. Bad job, Supper Club!

I would think that the bathsalts would dry out your nose, making it hard to produce quite as much snot as in the film.

That's unfortunate.

Maybe I've been lucky? I've done it with various groups of family and friends and everyone has treated it like lighthearted fun, none visibly miffed.

Nobody beats him!

Please roll for anal circumference and depth.

One of the most suspenseful things I've ever seen: the part where the criminals are in the great hall and Max Von Sydow is approaching one of them with the knife, but they're arranged such that he has to pick one, and leaves himself exposed to the others. A real masterwork. God, I love Bergman.