"Then you've got your Bela Tarr-style long takes which can often be
contemplative - seldom is there a lot of action in the frame, it's more
to be hypnotic to the viewer, getting the viewer into a state of
concentration about what's in the frame."

You know what also doesn't scrub off? Sand.

I really hope the show breaks format and we get to see Arya doing wire-fu.

(different movie, same spirit):
Al Donnelly's a guy with a dream. His dream is to become governor of this great state of Washington. Hell, every guy's got his dream, am I right? Between you, me and the wall here, I had a doozy myself last night…
Get this: A corn-fed harvest mouse, a hooker, a nun, a Flemish peasant…

Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When
Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark
Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped
in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent
wears – the glasses, the business…

The main reason I believe he's dead-dead is how socially awkward it would be for him to be resurrected.

I love Kubrick; I love The Shining. When I think of Room 237, two words come to mind: "crackpot convention". Even the author implores us to scoff if we must—and I must:
*Scoff.*

I know. Are we to assume he swam across the Syrup River? Because that's pretty unrealistic.

This finale was so heart-wrenching; thank god I have my Talking Tissue.
"Blow that nose, playa!"

:)

I remember an interview where this guy mentioned how polite people were to him; he sounded a little puzzled by this.

I was using the Godfather in 3D as an example of a film that would feel at odds with its own format were it (somehow) to be exhibited that way. I wasn't using the Godfather as a 1930's reference.

Call me a victim of cultural conditioning, but when I saw Public Enemies I couldn't quite get past the feeling of incongruousness between the period depicted (1930's) and the format used (obvious digital.) It's true: the 30's are thoroughly ingrained in my mind as Analog, so when I see them 'digitized' it just feels…

"Oh my stars! I'm just a little lady! My fragile constitution cannot handle the fearsome outdoors! […] Leslie? Who's Leslie? My name is Annabelle van der Graaf, and—ya'll.. I just fall to pieces when the sun shines on my hair'd!"

In Ford's defense, he mostly reads coloring books.

I didn't buy Far Cry 4 for its nuanced humanism. I bought it to fire explosive arrows while riding elephants.

Sorry. I was thinking of her partially nude body and something just came out of me.

These Muppets are a farce!

See, he says all that — but what I hear is:
"Voila! The ZF-1. It's light; handle's adjustable for easy carrying; good for righties and lefties; breaks down into four parts; undetectable by X-ray; ideal for quick discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger; 3000-round clip with bursts of 3 to 300.…

No more acid for you, Gwyn.