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I had a great idea for a movie where Salinger is in a World War II special forces group who go a little rogue and create a stockpile of Nazi treasure in a secret bunker.  Salinger is the only one who makes it back, and he draws up an elaborate treasure map replete with riddles and clues, the answers to which are all…

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500 Days of oh wait it only feels like 500 Days

I just watched this video with the NIN version in another tab.  It worked out surprisingly well.

I call mine Garfield because dammit someone already said this one.

You should buy a tiny suit and some googly eyes for it, stick it in a diorama of the oval office, and make a series of educational videos about the Wilson years.

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Under-what now?

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"I'm getting too old for this shit…IN SPACE!"

Yeah, I honestly can't think of any director who dances around the party the way he does.  I sometimes get this feeling like I'll read a story about how Miike is actually a performance art project maintained by a community of secretive film buffs, or that he's actually a set of triplets pretending to be one man, or…

I like the idea of him starting out as a real proud Cockney, but gradually comes to love America.  He'd walk into a restaurant, and be all, "Oi'll 'ave the bangers 'n mash, guv," but then he goes all thoughtful for a second, "No wait.  Make 'er a Big Mac wi' chips," (he says chips because he doesn't quite understand…

Also mad titties.

He ALMOST comes across as a douche, just almost.  Starting off with a tangent about his degree, casually mentioning these massively influential people and his relationships with them, offhand quotes of Cicero.  He dodges it by seeming legitimately interested and knowledgeable about all of it, though.

He puts on his bifocals, adjusting the chain around the back of his neck.  Occasionally, he picks up a saucer and cup of mild Lady Grey, sips absently, and stares thoughtfully over the fireplace.  Upon the mantle, arrayed with that sort of calculated abandon — as though to imply that they were just dashed there years…

I would literally unhesitate for negative seconds given the opportunity to sell out properly.

Hah!  Topical!