Watching a documentary about Rushdie, I was slightly annoyed to discover that he still had more of a social life when he was in hiding under the Fatwa than I do now.

Sadly Colbert doesn't air over here in the UK (on any channel I can watch, anyway), so I have to go with Stewart. But I liked Colbert's audiobook more.

In my opinion, as an insecure geek, the worst patrons were the middle-aged, middle-class women who used to turn out to watch new Richard Curtis comedies. They crowded up the foyer, and kept pointing and laughing in a superior way, as if slumming it in a multiplex was the strangest, funniest thing ever. "Hot dogs! They…

I know, right? That guy thinks the sun shines out of his arse!

I love commentaries and "making of" stuff, but a three hour long production diary is a bit too much for me, even for a film that I love. I'm interested in the proccess, but apparently I'm not *that* interested.

Does "depressed" count as "crazy"? Because I have plenty of stories about sitting on the stairs crying at parties.

Indeed!

I'm not 18 and I'm not a real person…
I don't have any crazy party stories to tell, and some random other guy beat me to first. Why couldn't this be an open casting call for an "Eltingville Club" movie instead?

Now ask her how NetFlix works again.

To be fair, it probably isn't the films' fault… it's just that I'm not a big fan of straight drama films. I keep watching them out of curiosity because they're "classics", but I never really enjoy them. I guess my brain is primarily wired for comedy. But I shouldn't blame the film for that.

I bought this as a cheap double-set with "On the Waterfront"… I think it was worth watching them both to know where the iconic quotes came from, and what context they were delivered in, but I'm not in any rush to watch either of them again.

Well, technically it spawned an album track by Rob Zombie, so… yes.

Rob Zombie made a pretty great song out of "Werewolf Women of the SS", so it already has that going for it.

Leggy prunes of Eliot Ness!

Rumour Has It That the Morgans Just Aren't That into You.

Yes, that was it. I hadn't checked his Wikipedia page when I posted, so it's nice to see it's mentioned on there with a link (to prove to myself I didn't imagine it).

I prefer the alternate ending, where his father bellows "What do you wanna do with your life?", and Sean defiantly replies "I wanna ROCK!". Then Dee Snider kicks in the apartment door, and rescues our hero from his dreary, hum-drum life, and carries him off into the sunset to be tenderly sodomised. Roll credits!

Oh, come on now! You should have said, "I wouldn't mind seeing her go Commando!"

I read a "manifesto" of Banksy's online where, unless I was reading it wrong, he seemed to be comparing himself to the soldiers who liberated the concentration camps. I thought that was over-stating the value of his work just a tad.

I'd little her mermaid!