If there were a major, unashamedly right-wing satire to be found on TV or at the movies, methinks Rabin would be inveighing against the inherently poisonous nature of partisanship, and how it spells the death of comedy—not to mention of integrity and thought in general.

Yeah, but it wasn't even Aerosmith's worst novelty song!  Remember "Love in an Elevator"?

Like Eddie, Sammy Hagar actually believed his hype at some level.  Unlike either of them, DLR seemed well aware that he was making a living in a fundamentally ridiculous way, enjoyed it, and innocently shared that enjoyment. He always seemed to be winking at the fans, all but saying "I'm about as talented as you are,…

But then the world would have no "Chattanooga Choo Choo"!  Are you made of stone, man?

You want to "reverse action-film tropes," but choose a Jason Statham movie to do it?  That's like trying to make a Crispin Glover vehicle into the movie that brings indie films "back down to earth": you're light-years behind before you've even begun.

The AV Club:

"See?  It says 'WINONA FOREVER'!  Cool, huh?  Now … what were you saying we needed to talk about, honey?"

I'm sure this had stuff to say about a movie, casting choices, directorial emphases, etc., but I'm having trouble shifting my focus from the main takeaway: WINONA RYDER MIGHT NOT AUTOMATICALLY TURN YOU DOWN FOR A DATE THESE DAYS.

What a tard.

What a tard.

You only RENT ham, anyway.

I always thought the ending worked well, because the entire movie operates on dark fairytale logic, rather than real-world logic.  The preacher's abrupt lynching is almost like the woodsman bursting in to save Red Riding Hood.

At times, NotH seems like part film, part experimental puppet theatre. The visuals, the dread cautionary tone, and even the performances all make one think of a superior marionette show.

Robert Brockway's stuff has ruined me for the originals:

It's not so much that Ebert possesses a moral high horse; it's that he chooses the weirdest, most random, and often inappropriate times to mount it.  You can never know whether he's going to take any particular movie on its own terms, or break out the cheap dudgeon.

This morning's events suggest to me that it's Dawes.

This morning's events suggest to me that it's Dawes.

"It's not so much a tennis-ball machine as it is a dodgeball cannon."

Now, now.  Give him time.

@EvelKareebel:disqus: Kat Dennings has a face?