That scene where he beats the shit out of the guy in the bathroom is pretty cool. I've always liked it when gawky weird looking dudes are inexplicably badasses.

Craig, you should check out the recent biography on him (Nick Dawson is the author); it makes a pretty reasonable argument that Ashby's self-destruction is overstated (a case that more or less everything that's ever been written about him contradicts). Whatever the case, 8 MILLION WAYS TO DIE is pretty much the only…

Lookin' to Get Out is better than it ever gets credit for being. At the very least, it shouldn't be forgotten.

"I wouldn't go out with you if you were Elliott Gould!!"

laugh it up, mr. mcticklepants. but you didn't see us alone in the south passage.

TAM! TAM! TAM!

I was saying "Boo-urns. Boo-urns"

I think you wrote the "joke" there when you didn't mean to.

HEY GUYS THERE'S SOME SANDWICHES LEFT OVER FROM KAREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY TODAY SO I'M JUST GOING TO LEAVE THEM HERE IF ANYBODY WANTS THEM. THERE'S SOME MUSTARD PACKETS IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WERE OUT OF MAYONAISSE. OKAY, IF YOU GUYS DONT WANT THEM JUST LEAVE THEM THERE AND I'LL PICK THEM UP LATER TODAY, OKAY?

I'm sure Robyn was a very big star on whatever planet she is from.

Leave Cube alone. I'm pretty sure Humpty Hump from the digital underground co-wrote two Merchant-Ivory productions and published three articles on Anthony Trollope. Yet he's still pretty street.

I saw this at an AFI screening where Alfredson and Oldman were in attendance and took questions afterwards. It was a really cool experience. I can't recommend the film enough - I would say its the best Le Carre adaptation, though it's been a while since I saw THE SPY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD.

I HATE THAT HENRY HIGGINS AND HIS MISERABLE LITTLE MUTT RIBSY! IF I SEE THAT BOY AND HIS DOG ON MY FRONT LAWN AGAIN I'LL CALL THE DOGCATCHER!

Awesome review, thanks!

Stuck a feather in his hat and called it Rice - a - Roni

"Rogers can't sell chicken around here"

I've been complaining about this since it started. It's really jarring to listen to Sigur Ros or Jazz or something and then hear some terrible, terrible country singer. At least Pandora would just tell me about Home Depot or something. I don't want to hear the songs they're advertising, ever.

Matthew Modine is the Riddler? What is this - the Hallmark Movie Channel version of Batman?

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Steven Koren? That little bastard. He told me he wanted to be city planner, so I wouldn't give him a scholarship, and then I was staring down the Van Buren boys. Those guys are mean!