Maybe the dude has multiple personalities … and they're all Latin love machines?

There's this terrible trend in pop music lately to have one-note melodies. Not only that, but there's absolutely no syncopation to it. JUST. THE. SAME. NOTE. RIGHT. ON THE. BEAT. Ugh. It drives me crazy. "California Gurls" and "Tik Tok" are two prime offenders. It makes it absolutely impossible to distinguish them,…

Mind you, Fleetwood Mac did make some of their best music back then.

Human Centipede 2: When Nature Calls

I believe the original folio version of Midsummer featured more stage directions along the lines of "Lysander and Hermia stare blankly at each other for 15 seconds."

Awwwww. They couldn't decide whether to name their daughter in honor of Magritte or Captain Hook's first mate, so they decided to combine them into one name.

I enjoyed Midnight in Paris. Cute little lark, I say.

OK, so I started watching that video because I wanted to hear about Witherspoon's lesbian proclivities, but then this happened:
PATRICK DEMPSY: "Legally Blonde."
CROWD: Woooooo!
PD: "Cruel Intentions."
CROWD: Woooooo!
PD: "Election"
(crickets)

*Eh, I was going to do an especially asshole-y footnote joke, but I decided not to. We've all failed to refresh before. Please carry on.

This guy
has lost his way. He needs to get back to basics: gay-ing up nature films. This just seems desperate.

Oh, and talent! Forgot talent.

Hold on, hold on. So in order for me to be your lover, first I have to "get with" your friends?

Even if it was not done on purpose, I thought the direction only made it a better send-up of over-budget, Joel Schumacher-esque shitty comic book movies.

Pretty mediocre photographic fakery. They cut off the singer's foot!

Personally, I prefer supra-verbal movies.

Not the kind of thing Beck would do? So there isn't any surrealist rapping in this movie then?

Relief
I know it's the AV Club style for movie reviews, but "after Plummer's death" made me think the actor had actually died. Then I figured it out. Phew!

I dressed up as The Shoveler for Halloween a few years ago. Most of the conversations went like this:

Read my lips: You're toast!
I'm going with The X-Presidents.

You must lash out with every limb, like the octopus who plays the drums.