I don't care for the incestuous undertones of most Criterion films. The cinematography is beautiful and I enjoy that, but that's it.

These shoddily produced NOW compact discs
2004 is the only time I had ever had the desire to buy one of these inane things, because I was hoping to hear "Here for the Party" without having to commit to buying an entire Gretchen Wilson album. As soon as I paid the exorbitant price ($20 for a CD? No freaking way.) and…

In defense of District 9's (as it turns out) conservative runtime, I will say that it only seemed as though it were three and a half hours long.

I didn't care for District 9. It was a too-thinly-veiled criticism of Apartheid. We need to see a three and a half hour snorefest with bad CGI to know that racism is a bad thing?