I mean, sure, it technically WORKS if he's a replicant, but it makes the film less interesting. Which makes it kind of a dumb thing to do just for the sake of a "twist".
Half of the fan theories out there largely fall into the same category, for me. "Hey, it was all the dream of [fill in the character from some other…

I don't think the budget had anything to do with it. It was more their weird aversion to having anything too "superhero-y" so they ended up with the vaguely dude-bro "everybody gets a hoodie and a pair of Oakley's" aesthetic.

That was fucking hilarious. I thought of them as the Crayola Hoodie League.

I was unreasonably happy that they managed a little mini-Spartacus reunion in that finale. Mira, Crixus, and fuckin' Ashur, together again! (if only for, like, ten seconds).

That's true, and it's still a great movie, but yeah, from her perspective she met a self-centered asshole, the next day it turns out that he's apparently a lot more impressive than she'd given him credit for and she becomes infatuated, she spends the night with him, and he's all "we're going to be together forever!"…

Yeah, "a major opportunity to advance your career" is not a crazy reason to cancel a dinner with some friends, Christmas Eve or not. Of course, Frank WAS being a manipulative prick about it.

I'm not necessarily in that group. I mean, yeah, she gets a lot of mileage out be being vaguely southern and attractive, but the problems with Rita in "Groundhog Day" are ALL in the writing.

Back to Andie McDowell, fuckin' Groundhog Day. Sure, a lot of attention is given to Phil and his potentially million year long quest to trick Rita into falling in love with him (or, the more charitable version, to become a good enough man to earn Rita's love), but people forget the Andie McDowell side of the equation.…

I dunno, my Mom loves a nice card, and sends the sappy ones to everybody. It's not like using someone else's words means you lack sincerity, people have been making mix-tapes/playlists for each other for decades and quoting sonnets for centuries.
I tend to think of greeting cards as a REALLY low-key version of that.…

Yeah, you all need to stop dicking around.

I just remember trying to save the crappy square plastic flexible singles that you'd get free in a magazine, or something. They didn't last very long.

Laser Disks were never really all that widespread. By the time they got even remotely affordable, DVDs were right around the corner.

That's the point, a mixtape is an experience from start to finish, the track order is part of the process. A playlist is just some stuff you like, a mixtape tells a story.

Actually, I kinda want new adaptations of ALL of those old noir novels and short stories (preferably in an HBO anthology format, and definitely period pieces). I'd LOVE to see what a few talented directors and actors could do with that material without the Hays Code mucking things up and forcing the material to be a…

I can't help but think about somebody in the 40's bitching about yet another Dashiell Hammett novel turned into a movie. "Gah, they're remaking ANOTHER one? TWO version of The Maltese Falcon, and yet another "Thin Man" sequel? Hollywood has completely run out of ideas."

So, why the fuck did Emmit's car start up right away after all the death? That usually doesn't happen when you're broken down on the side of the road.
I mean, I know it's the least important part of that scene, but it's stuff like that tends to annoy me.

Keanu's great . . . in an extremely narrow range of roles. When he can be a blank-faced badass, he's brilliant. When he's asked to adopt any kind of accent or emote anything remotely complex, he's a fuckin' disaster.
John Wick is his perfect role.

It's happening all over the cities, too (in my case, Chicago). In some of the fancy neighborhoods, someone will buy TWO beautiful brick or graystone homes, tear them both down, and then build a butt-ugly urban fortress across both lots.

My personal favorite is the ubiquitous, pointless grand piano in the foyer. Who is that for? Who are they playing for? "Hey everyone, little Suzie is going to give us all a treat and play the piano. Everyone, gather in the foyer!"

Sure it is, it's just a childish grab-bag of clashing aesthetics . . . kinda like a little kid who wants spaghetti-fishstick-cereal-tacos with barbeque sauce for dinner.
"So, let's have some columns, and a double-height entry-way, and I want a turret . . . no . . . TWO turrets, and wood beams, and I want some round…