"Dang it!" Best scene in the movie.

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Totally unfamiliar, but what a great fucking name.

I'm leaving town tonight, so of COURSE the Buzzcocks are playing here on Saturday. Of COURSE.

+1 for the Magnetic Fields line.

This was an insanely good weekend for music in Chicago: At one particular moment (8pm on Saturday, to be exact), the city played host to Morrissey, Belly, and Echo & the Bunnymen at the same time. I chose to see Belly, a band that played an enormous role in my most formative years, and it was everything I'd hoped it…

No shit. This.

It's a good buy! So…goodbye! From Mr. Good Guy—Gene Shalit!

The highlight of my tenure at a mall movie theater in 2009 was the moment this crotchety old man came storming out of Inglourious Basterds during the opening scene, screaming about how he'd fought those bastards in WWII and he wasn't about to spend his hard-earned money to see a goddamn foreign film.

Ketchup is the dumpster baby of condiments.

Dammit, Malick finally makes the movie I've been waiting almost a decade to see, and he can't resist splooging his ridiculous breathy narration all over it. Argh.

Can I sync them with my Paprika app?

Sweet! Now I can hop over to BuzzFeed without going anywhere.

Barring Thurman Merman, I'm a huge fan of Carl Spackler.

Beat me to it. Hands down the best.

He was a class act, unwilling to ever give less than all of himself. Every performance was of the same caliber. Gene is irreplaceable.

I hate this entire fucking year.

Mondo Cane, somehow. Maybe it's the oppressive heat that seems to fill every frame, or maybe it's the sense memory of watching it for the first time the summer I turned fourteen. That was a pivotal experience…

Slacker is my absolute favorite movie; nothing defines my personality better. It really works year 'round, but during the summer especially.

Shoulda stuck with Screamville.