Attack the Block made me so damn happy because it was so good and so simple. It's like how the best chicken is just roasted with a little salt, pepper and olive oil but you forget it with all the rococo preparations available. It really reminded me what's great in genre films.

That's the great thing, though. Noting the Wire's greatness is the secularist's "Allah Akbar". Use it often, use it well.

The Road Warrior and Raiders of the Lost Ark. They are the platonic ideals of their respective genre's and they sit at the right and left hand of the creator in paradise, where they are imperfectly copied by so many terrestrial demiurges.
And they are both eminently re-watchable and fucking awesome.

And he totally destroyed Lou Reed as Mondale in the '84 election.

He's going to tell Duncan it's all well and good to want to make movies, but he better have a practical plan for his future in case that doesn't come together.
   Then he unbuttons his cardigan to reveal a white jumpsuit emblazoned with a blue, sequined lightning bolt and a goblin-faced codpiece before bursting out of…

I don't know if it's a referendum on me as a reader or the book, but it's the most affected I think I've ever been by something I've read.

Season 3 and likely 4…  A remake of Four Weddings and a Funeral as done by Herzog and Haneke.

I guess there are some problems you just can't throw Kwacha at until it's fixed.

"I ain't got no flyin' shoes…"

Black, studded with corn.

In this version, he's shooting 'em off a kid's head with a compound bow.

I only sort of do.  I was busy parking my bike in the basement at the time.

At least it helps explain why they cast a white guy as Bruce Lee.

Also because it may contain clues to unravel the foul web of Starling City's Corporate malefactors!

Congrats on the Anniversary.  It bodes well for me that a relationship can withstand a quarter-century of innuendo-laden screen names and Hirsute Scotsman crotch avatars.

No, god hates your city.  Move to one of his exalted burgs …like Cincinnati.

I haven't seen it since I was much younger, but if I recall, it's still a repulsive corpse; the renegade version just closed it's eyes so it's not staring off so creepily.

And a surprisingly delicate lover's touch.

The nice thing about not being an Objectivist is I'm not opposed to someone else patting me on the back.  I don't insist on doing it myself.

I wish so badly for a buddy movie with James Ransome from The Wire and Jeremy Davies from Justified.