Other way around for me.  Didn't have a problem with the story, but Forster has absolutely no feel for action sequences.  Most of the ones in the first third of the movie were completely incoherent.

I forgot how you take your Pepsi: mouth or enema?

I was thinking of David O Russell's unfinished Nailed but you're right, A Dirty Shame is a better fit.

I suspect horror, like comedy, is often a young director's game.  It needs a sort of energy, an unshockability, a desire to offend that all wears away in later life.

As her career went on, I started to wonder whether it was his fault, or whether he just couldn't persuade her to keep her clothes on for a whole movie.

I didn't see it, but somebody spoiled the ending for me.  Apparently he does end up taking his love to town after all.

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything/ For $200 anyone can twerk with God on video.

They started with a shot of a massive lens flare, then digitally added sets, props and Benedict Cumberbatch.

"Google it!"

And yet, at the same time, is reluctant to really extend any critique of superheroes beyond the superficial stuff.  "Wouldn't it be mind-blowing if Batman was an unlikeable shit?" is nowhere near as incisive as Daniel Clowes's The Death Ray, which has teenagers getting a superweapon and acting like believable, flawed,…

"Grima Wormtongue" was Hitler's nickname for his lone testicle.

I'm into it if he says "Well, I'll be fucked."  Or has sex with someone's leg wound.

Tragic CIA scientist Frank Olsen, perhaps?

I love the idea of being in a movie like Last Temptation and being completely unaware that it was controversial in any way.  "Hey Marty, how're things going?  Not so well?  Why?"

@avclub-d7fb64ed0ec4132d35ff565f432ad3cf:disqus I love Blackadder's explanation after that for why the guns have stopped; "Even Melchitt isn't mad enough to shoot his own men."

@persia2:disqus There does seem to be this modern viewpoint - led by Niall Ferguson and Max Hastings, obviously - that the British leadership in World War I wasn't so bad and we were all fooled by the massive sociopolitical influence of deceased poets into thinking the whole war was a clusterfuck.  
So strange that…

One that no-one mentioned yet: Our Friends in the North.  Christopher Eccleston panting to keep up with the car, Gina McKee's radiant smile, Mark Strong with his kids, Daniel Craig walking along the Tyne bridge… and thirty years of British social and political history is wrapped up in a way that'll make you cry.  I…

Genuinely amazed this wasn't mentioned in the article.  Season Two had its ups and downs, but the ending is an all-time knockout.

I don't know if this is a defensible viewpoint, but out of all the big American mega-series of the past fifteen years, SFU affects me and involves me the most.  More than The Sopranos, more than The Wire… it's a slim lead, but it's at the top of the pile in my books.  And Arcade Fire wrote their best-ever song for it.

Agree - the series as a whole took some time to start, but that whole final run with Jim Keats was excellent, and didn't leave the slightly sour aftertaste that Life on Mars did.  ("Hang on, are they saying suicide solves everything?"  Not quite, as it turned out)