I love that film.

Hell…I even liked him in The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes.

Hey! You think it's easy escaping from all those relentlessly homogenized, latte-slurping yuppy scum? Think again, buster: it damn near kilt me…fucking took forever, too.

Hey! That give me an idea!…let's pour it into a saucer and see if the cat laps it up:Hansel and Gretel: Vampire Hunters.

…a few sticks of Acme dynamite up Renner's doubtless tight rectum would improve him out of all recognition.

True…I've seen better looking thumbs.

Wasn't that 'nebulous white limbo' Hollywood?…not that I'm bitter or anything…

Does Joe Gillis (William Holden) intoning: "the poor sap, he always wanted a pool"…as we see his corpse floating face-down count?Or is that another kind of wall…an aqua-wall, perhaps?

It's a proven scientific fact that people under beds are invisible. Look under your bed…nobody there, right?

You mean Reservoir Pigs</e>…

There are eight million wisecracks in the naked city. This hasn't  been one of them…

'…brilliant niche joke…? I don't think so. 'You mother wears army boots.' Now, that's a brilliant niche joke.

I don't think so. The film was a bad joke as far as the historical events depicted are concerned. These battles happened but the retelling is pure fantasy.

So..proto-fascist feminists…I see a movie in this..sort of a mash-up of Caged Heat</em,>Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS and Thelma and Louise…get to work on that script, toot sweet…we'll be farting through silk before the year's out.

Perhaps that was the aspect of 300 that pissed of the Iranians in the first place; that it made the Persian emperor look like a novelty act in one of those gay s&m clubs that used to crowd the lower West Side.

Not only was it a sewer of brainless, preening machismo that sought to justify an especially vile ethos (the Spartans were were the SS of antiquity, fercrisake) but it was less historically accurate than fucking F-Troop. Bah.

I believe the term you're looking for is 'loquacious pussy'…you're welcome.

It makes Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland (who, if memory serves, were the archetypes of the 'hey, gang, let's put on a show!' cliche) look so damn quaint and wholesome…I need some milk and cookies…and a car with a rumble-seat.

D00d…booths rock! Especially if you're, like, morbidly obese and fidgety.

Clone another 4, teach 'em all to sing and dance and…voila!: The Jackman Five…