Ohhh, ‘fucking’ morons need the most attention.

No, because some interns are actually paid a stipend. Not every company is terrible, just most.

You’re right, mate.

Why do you think your sense of humor is definitive? Just because you’re used to it? And can’t be bothered to be challenged?

Ooh, awesome. Let’s make prisoners our executioners! Are we too cowardly ourselves? Would you, personally, rape him or stab him if you met him in the street, being fully aware of his crimes? No? Why? He deserved it. And it’s, apparently, okay to do it to people who you think deserve it. Or is only okay if other people…

Yay, prison rape jokes! Aren’t we awesome.

You choo-choo-choose to be completely wrong!

And yet he managed to do it without taking a huge dump on immigrants, muslims, LGBTQ citizens, environmental science, our international allies, or Puerto Rico.

Obama is not without fault, and there are absolutely valid criticism of his tenure as President.

But don’t give me this “he’s just as bad” false equivalency…

Sounds like a Dope Show.

Courtney Love, Beck and Hanson are currently in protective custody until the guy from the New Radicals is located.

Along came Polly. I’m glad that is known around here as an Aniston movie and not a Stiller movie, because he sucks.

SNL movies are to be consumed on Saturday and Sunday afternoons when hung over. Or to be half-watched in the background to kill time during multi-day holiday gatherings of extended family. If the reviewer didn’t watch under these conditions their grade is worthless.

Read for comprehension: the first step in solving a problem.

Mr. Miranda is spot-on.

WHO the fuck are you guys and why aren’t we having a beer? I thought my best friend and I were the only two souls alive that loved The Fountain. This made my day.

I especially object to anyone comparing this film to the work of David Lynch, as I’ve seen done. Lynch is a master of true Jungian surrealism — relying on the audience’s apophenia to find meaning in something meaningless, as they would a dream — whereas Aronofsky peddles in forced, cliché, 8th-grade-reading-level…

I think the movie is really about punctuation and the use of the exclamation point in our modern world. But, does this movie truly earn the exclamation point? That fundamental question haunts my dreams and ever waking moments.

I thought this movie was a rock-doc about Danzig?

By that logic 99% of actors play themselves. When she’s in Joy, or Silver Linings Playbook, or Winters Bone, she’s not literally playing herself (do you think she’s like her character in real life?). That’s an ignorant way of looking at it.