DJ Detweiler has been doing this sort of stink for a while now:
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I wouldn't include Old either. I like Danny Brown, but Old is just too tedious, with all the songs having the same structure of verse, shouted word, verse, shouted word, over. The absence of real hooks and variation, as well as the fact that there are too many songs, make it just too difficult to take as an album.…

I like this quite a bit, but I'm curious to hear how/if others like the one-two punch of "Flight of the Navigator" and "Zealots of Stockholm." I'm surprised they weren't touched on here as they are his strangest tracks yet. "Zealots" is almost pure experimentalism.

The """screenplay""" aspect of this record is far too similar to Alan Partridge's suggested soundtrack to I, Partridge: We Need to Talk about Alan.

Animals: Owl Eyes.
Obnoxious spacing: E X R O Y A L E
Unspellable: Nguzunguzu
And one obnoxious casing corrected! frYars —> Fryars

Of course, the best comedy album of the year is Robert Sylvester Kelly's Black Panties. Hilarious!

Well, there's just been the one thread, this very one. But the AV Club's continued lionizing of this butt-crap is really galling. I mean, this film is very, very, very bad, and it seems incredible to me that the AV Club loves it so. It seems wrong, all wrong. And it's not just me—everyone I know who's seen this…

I mean, do you see what you've written there? You might as well capitalize "Drug Addict Daughter" and "Neglect," so trite and expected are they as themes. This film is like a freshman introduction to creative writing, this scene an exact example of What Not to Do in development of narrative and building rising action…

Well, they are very different, you're right about that. But this movie is the perfect example of an unlikable protagonist, which is most people's supposed problem with Hello Ladies, and the fact that Hathaway's character is just awful colors my watching of this movie, which is also beset by several other flaws. You…

And to get that good at dishwasher stacking, the father would have had to see that sadcausing plate what? Every single day?

But there's a difference, Hannie, between unlikable protagonists and ones who are rotten to the core. Your point is absolutely correct, just not when applied to this film: films have no need to portray likable protagonists, but they can't center everything on the fulcrum of an actively hateable protagonist either, at…

Well, for starters: the relentless sadness, the tawdry looks of existential dismay, the baseless self-pity, the squawking attention-seeking, the puling, the one-dimensionality (ennui alone is never interesting), the fact that anomie is as easy and as dull as pure madness as a character trait, the affected quirks, the…

I'm honestly surprised you like this film. As far as despicable protagonists are concerned, Anne Hathaway is in a much lower circle of Hell here than Stephen Merchant could ever achieve. She's probably the definition of despicable protagonist here.

That The AV Club continues to champion this movie is pretty unbelievable. I remember renting it because it got that sought-after A and then watching it with my jaw dropped in disbelief. This movie is SO BAD.

To disagree wholeheartedly, Hooded, I would translate that scene like this:

Seriously. That scene was insufferable. And then when it ends in finding the dead son's old dish, good glory. Hackneyed, predictable setup. And even in pure practicality, there's no chance this father hasn't seen this damn dish every day almost. Just abysmal. And endless. I couldn't shut this piece of complete garbage…

"…she’s more concerned with Holt showing up then having enough enough salt…" Aieeee! Two "enough"s! "Then/than" mismastery!

At first I felt happy, because I saw an F, and I'll always read an F, but then I saw the "Sonya Saraiya," and then I felt sad.

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