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Plus, they already hinted that such was the case anyway. The guys Bourne fights aren't from the same training program, but they're all elite badasses engaged in shadowy activities. It might be fun to have a Bourne movie from the perspective of one of these other spies—say, the agent Bourne kills in that apartment from

Plus, they already hinted that such was the case anyway. The guys Bourne fights aren't from the same training program, but they're all elite badasses engaged in shadowy activities. It might be fun to have a Bourne movie from the perspective of one of these other spies—say, the agent Bourne kills in that apartment from

Good. New Mexico sucks.

Good. New Mexico sucks.

I'd pull out of her Mummy, if you know what I mean!

I'd pull out of her Mummy, if you know what I mean!

"You win again … You always do. It's why I come up here."

"You win again … You always do. It's why I come up here."

Uh oh, sounds like I may not get to see Gandalf and Galadriel make out in 3-D, the way God intended.

Uh oh, sounds like I may not get to see Gandalf and Galadriel make out in 3-D, the way God intended.

A: "You hate women more!"
B: "No, YOU hate women more!"

A: "You hate women more!"
B: "No, YOU hate women more!"

It wasn't a great movie, but it had some pretty cool ideas and moments. Its portrayal of Daredevil's superpowers was solid, and Michael Clarke Duncan was a perfect Kingpin.

It wasn't a great movie, but it had some pretty cool ideas and moments. Its portrayal of Daredevil's superpowers was solid, and Michael Clarke Duncan was a perfect Kingpin.

I love the David Foster Wallace essay where he utterly shreds books like this. (It's a review of an Updike novel, but it applies to just about every novel in the "depressed, overeducated white-male protagonist has sex and feels all bummed out" genre.) Here's how the essay ends:

I love the David Foster Wallace essay where he utterly shreds books like this. (It's a review of an Updike novel, but it applies to just about every novel in the "depressed, overeducated white-male protagonist has sex and feels all bummed out" genre.) Here's how the essay ends:

Fortunately for Luhrmann, I filmed college students dancing to Lady Gaga songs in sequined underpants for 90 minutes, so we have a backup plan that'll satisfy everybody's desire for Bazziness until next summer rolls around.

Fortunately for Luhrmann, I filmed college students dancing to Lady Gaga songs in sequined underpants for 90 minutes, so we have a backup plan that'll satisfy everybody's desire for Bazziness until next summer rolls around.

At least he's not in Taylor Kitsch's position. Between John Carter, Battleship, and Savages, the guy's breakout year was a nightmare. He's like the bizarro Jessica Chastain.

At least he's not in Taylor Kitsch's position. Between John Carter, Battleship, and Savages, the guy's breakout year was a nightmare. He's like the bizarro Jessica Chastain.