107 minutes of it. Let's not be dramatic.

Oh hi fornevers. I didn't know it was you. You're my favorite poster.

Well it didn't like that, did it. On dit "je vais decouper tes yeux et baiser ton crane." Voila.

Tant de cons ici, non? On dit >

Je vais casser ta gueule, putain.

Butterscotch is fucking revolting anyway.

Okay. I get it. This is where you tell me that "sandpeople rule", and that moisture farmer insects like me shouldn't be surfing the break, right?

DO NOT WANT

Definitely Eluvium and Johann Johannsson, especially Fordlandia.

The logistic problem is a good point: Nolan couldn't answer the question even if he tried. Even if he went so far as to show the top either (a) falling down and rattling onto the floor or (b) spinning perfectly while Michael Caine's voice-over explains "And it was all a dream! Good night everybody," would anybody…

"either of them *is* wrong"
or maybe it's "either of them *be* wrong"

I'm with the "ending doesn't matter" group. A definite answer would have been a letdown either way. I think Cobb summed it up when he said he spent fifty years with his wife—"real" or not, it was an experience he enjoyed. The subject will call his experience real even if someone else thinks it ain't, and it's equally…

YWBMF. Everybody who counts will know what it stands for. Also, try to get it on one of those wounded veteran plates.

Put it in your mouth, Riggs.

There's that thread!

Lincoln's Revenge:

I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU LIKE RATATAT.

The National has appeared in at least one annoying commercial.

YOU STUPID MONKEY

[…] rambled on about it for like five minutes, except nobody had any idea what the hell he was talking about.