Gwyneth Paltrow?  Range?  BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!  BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!  Oh, ow!  Stop it, you're killing me!  I can't breathe!

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?

It's kind of a torture for me when he's actually good and maybe even sort of likeable in films—I just want to keep thinking he's a spoiled, smarmy, over-indulged frat boy, and really hate having to grudgingly admit that he can actually be very charismatic.

He was perfectly cast in War of the Roses and Falling Down.  He's another actor who's thoroughly engaging when he's playing total fucking creeps.

Iron Man was just on cable the other day, and I was thinking about how I really don't hate her in that movie at all, even though I despise her pretty thoroughly as a person—shallow, vapid and heedless as she is.

How much is it up to the director to know how to use and control the actor?  Dan Akroyd is pretty damned great in Blues Brothers and Ghostbusters.  Chevy Chase is phenomenally funny in the Vacation movies (well, maybe not Vegas Vacation) and Funny Farm.

I have always loathed Tom Cruise in movies where he's supposed to be the hero or heartthrob, but I think he's brilliant when he's cast as the asshole, villain or spoiled douchebag.  I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to play the vampire Lestat.

Oh, I want to like this comment a dozen times.

I'm imagining a scenario where Josh tries to become a drag performer and all the other drag queens are all, "Girlfriend needs to tone that shit DOWN."

I said before:  Josh dresses as Hank Azaria would were he cast in the role of a gay latin Miami gigolo…

I'm imagining a world where this is what happens to Hugh Hefner's "girlfriends" once their time on The Girls Next Door has expired.  To the back of the line, Kendra Wilkinson.

Even the doctor's diagram is more accurate in that respect.

Mr. Tobias may wish to take a long, hard look at that first paragraph and consider some revision.

Oh god, that scene—I always buzz my hair and beard right before I shower so I can wash the clippings off.  The idea of putting on a blazer and walking around all day covered in that shit, with it working its way down inside my shirt, gave me spontaneous hives.

I was totally ready for it to turn out to be a zombie deer that would attack the kid in one great leap.

When they revealed the zombies sitting in the church pews, I so desperately wanted those zombies to look back, regard the intruders, then simply turn back around and continue endlessly facing the crucifix.

Memento was kind of a bummer.

Truly serendipitous—I rewatched that scene a few times, thinking that having the walls, the very earth itself, seem to wobble and shake as Walt descended away was a truly inspired touch, worthy of Hitchcock.  Seriously, I thought it was one of the coolest, most original shots I've ever seen.

Did you at least tape it?  Is the footage online anywhere?

Perfunctory indeed.