Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooaaaaaa.

I liked Larry and Piper's meet up.  Especially in terms of filling in some of the relationship dynamics that come up later in the season.  You could see how Larry would be intrigued by this bizarre adventurous woman who shows up and takes off her pants, and you could almost see the "stable/husband material" thought…

@Scrawler2:disqus I think what made it especially frustrating to me is that Piper has this big FUCK THE MAN moment but still gets released almost immediately because her boyfriend starts making calls and name-dropping his lawyer father.  For any of the other inmates, that would have meant days if not weeks more in…

Late to the game, but screaming at Healy was one of the first moments I started to dislike Piper.  First of all, it's just monumentally dumb.  And it really shows her level of privilege- that it doesn't occur to her how completely at this asshole's mercy she is.  Yes, he's 100% wrong and I'm sure it felt good to tell…

I really want to eat at the Texas Cheesecake Depository.

When I went to the British Museum a couple of years ago, they were handing out pamphlets in the Elgin Marbles room that said this almost verbatim, along with snide implications that the Greeks aren't trustworthy enough to have them back and self-congratulation for the huge favor they did the world, keeping these…

Thanks, everyone, for making me feel like less of a cynical jerk.  The group I saw this movie with all left saying "I really hope they get back together!!!  They're such a cute couple!" 

Yes, I was going to say "There was a great article on this in the New Yorker", but I seem to be saying that a lot lately here.  This summer is "as read about in the New Yorker!" season, apparently.

I saw this at a screening, and I was surprised how many people afterwards seemed to view it as a sweet coming-of-age romance/story about growing up.  I really enjoyed this movie, but it seemed like a much darker story to me- like you said, alcoholism and abandonment and lots of self-hatred.

They were cheap but way underpriced, so they sold out in under 2 minutes.  Pick your poison.

And the terrible acoustics.  The Orpheum:  "When a band plays here, it's kinda like they're not playing Boston at all!"

I was surprised how many young 20-somethings were at the solo show I went to.  It seemed like most of the audience was still in high school or college.  But yes, they were all crying, and singing, and cry-singing- probably the closest I'll ever get to being in a 1930s style tent revival.

STOP GIVING THEM IDEAS!!

Second.

The New Yorker article said he'd be in love with some girl and she'd get in some dangerous situation and need rescuing, which would spur him to actually do some of the adventurous things he fantasizes about, thereby winning her love AND living out his dreams.  Barf.

That New Yorker article was really interesting, especially because the basic premise of this movie sounds so terrible that all his stress and angst and screaming at underlings seemed like a waste.  Like General Mills deciding to make garbage-flavored Cheerios and then forcing everyone to work 100 hr weeks for a year…

But who will look like Bill Pullman?  WHO?!?

I really, really like the mental image of a bunch of Canadians at a town hall meeting shifting in their chairs and trying to avoid making eye contact with Christian Slater as he tries to give a rousing speech about art, citing this movie.  Seriously- best thing today.

I really liked that the writers didn't explicitly say how Daya ended up at Litchfield.  She envied/resented her mom and hated being the responsible one.  When her mom got arrested on drug charges, she basically picked up her mom's life out of spite (along with eventual drug-related prison time, I'm guessing). 

Most Unexpected And Welcome Detour.  I went in steeling myself for a lecture about Big Pharma and could not have been happier when it turned into a crazy conspiracy thriller.