The best scene in this movie
is watching that guy with no arms or legs light a cigarette. Screw your nuance and conflict and ambiguity, that shit is straight chillin'.

Dy/Dx [Jamie Fox][old TV show]([miscast actors])=Dy/Dx[Jamie Fox]+Dy/Du[old TV show] x Du/Dx [miscast actors].

Your depression is cured, but at what cost?

It's like a blue thing, with human DNA or software or something. Also tits.

By "lesser known," I do in fact mean anything that wasn't on the radio or the teevee. I suspect there's an age disconnect - nobody had showed me how to find good music yet at this time.

Where's the Blink-182 hate? Enema of the State is possibly my #1 most-hated album of all time. Every song on that album is a new peak of awful, lazy, cliche terribleness that makes me want to light people on fire.

Putting aside lesser known music (where you can always find good stuff in any period) the late 90's were, as has been noted, the worst period in music history since the 70's. Unless you listened to popular rap, which reached its peak around that time. It was still connected to the early-90's masterpieces, but they…

I heard it in Dianne Rehm's.

I got fifteen seconds in before I had to turn it off.

It was Gerrard Depardieu.

Two albums before this one, World of Noise, actually holds up pretty well. It's still all manner of melodramatic, but it's raw and heroin-y and they hadn't buffed out all the interesting musical bits yet.

Also, both Santeria and Wrong Way are awful, awful songs compared to the rest of their catalog. I never understood why people even bothered playing Santeria when Garden Grove was right there on the fucking album.

The Robbie Williams, though, is actually kind of intriguing. The video is produced so fuck-you cynically it almost hearkens back to punk rock. The frozen sneer on his face the whole time heightens the effect.

I also hated this song with a fiery passion when it came out and still find it completely unlistenable, but watching the video I will admit that it is adorable and if I'd had MTV when I was 16 I might have liked the song.

Rabinster, it should be noted that you are in fact a pretty great stylist and an insightful critic.

"Flavor of Love" and "Pale Fire"

Nah, it's definitely St. Augustine. Not only is he vain, but he just can't stop talking about it - on and on, obsessing about how he can't escape his vanity, boo hoo… get over, it, Auggie, JEEZ.

The problem with writing for psychiatrists is that everyone in Hollywood is crazy and pathologically self-involved, so it's hard for them to imagine how to cure characters who have the same afflictions.

I have the same issue with "That's what she said" jokes. To me, there's nothing funnier than a non-sequitur "TWSS", but you can't string them together or they rapidly lose their power.

Yesterday my potbellied pig had her first communion.