I know (and LOVE) Breathe Owl Breathe.

The problem with the movie was a hack director (Chris Weiz, the poor man's Chris Columbus, and I sure never thought I'd say THAT) and a saccharine tone that does not fit at all with the melancholy that defines the films.

Not really. God is practically already dead and they just take out Metatron or something.

Well, as good AS dead.

Everyone can see why. He's a manly man that isn't a chest-thumping jag about it. Quiet confidence, that rumbling voice, and he actually works a moustache.

Load them. Load them ALL.

Leave them alone, they're just family men.

He meant all the GOOD cars.

I don't like to be "that guy", but the term is "short shrift", not "short shift", unless we're talking about driving.

KEEPER.

SO BYE, BYE, LI'L SEBASTIAN!!!
WE'LL MISS YOU IN THE SADDEST FASHION!!!

Whoa there, Hitler.

I do not care for monkeys. They are not cute.

For real. He's just a nice nerdy guy makin' meth so he can eat organic and listen to terrible music.

I like when Hank said, "a real socks and sandals guy." It allowed me to explain why a dude cannot wear socks and sandals.

I loved Carrey's fake mosh dancing.

This is fantastic.

Round up a bunch of vets and bizarre Iowa congressman Steve King. It can be done.

AWESOME! Let me check the IMAX website for the closest theatre!!!

I appreciate your Modest Mouse reference.