We're just kidding (overtly)

Me too, it's the weirdest thing. I've mellowed considerably, enough to say Wilco is my favorite band of the past ten years. But holy fuck I can't stop listening to Killing Joke's last two albums.

Good points.
Not that I feel sorry for them.

I'm so tired of old-white-guy paranoia. 
Yeah, the "America" they know and love is under siege — and it's about damn time.

See my remark below. Yes, it could have been done. Welles created the basic formula.

I wouldn't go that far, having read both. Brooks has a more human element to his writing, though Hackett was fun to red for his level of detail.

Tough to do a movie with characters telling their stories, interspersed with action and flashbacks?
Really? Didn't Orson Welles do that over SEVENTY YEARS ago with Kane?

Push. Push. Struggle.

I was a grad student @ RPI in the very early nineties, and the only thing I remember about WRPI was cutting over to WCDB (SUNY Albany's station) as fast as possible.

You're so spot-on Cookie, it's depressing.

Really bad hairdo for a dead guy, Hitchens.

For the record, Mr. Schroder also played the role of the preacher dad in "Blood Done Sign My Name", and did a bang-up job. (His character is based on a minister who is still very much active in Raleigh, NC.)  
Also for the record, one of my relatives had a minor role (that made the trailer! Woohoo!).

No, New Jersey comedians, you jackanape.

It's "octothorpe", you young jackanape.

Semi-spoiler: William Burroughs makes an appearance as an American tycoon who wants to buy a boat. 
I think his appearance is uncredited, but if that isn't him, I'm not a suicidal Muppet.

Semi-spoiler: William Burroughs makes an appearance as an American tycoon who wants to buy a boat. 
I think his appearance is uncredited, but if that isn't him, I'm not a suicidal Muppet.

Echoing that. Fran was a total bitch in '96.

Echoing that. Fran was a total bitch in '96.

I always liked the fact that every time Steve Garvey stepped to the plate in Pittsburgh, the organist would play either "Here She Comes, Miss America" or Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely."

I always liked the fact that every time Steve Garvey stepped to the plate in Pittsburgh, the organist would play either "Here She Comes, Miss America" or Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely."