Since the Coens aren't a particularly chatty pair, hearing them talk about how and why they made this film—with Billy Bob, who is also a director sometimes—is a treat just for the glimpse into their process. Alternately you could read the book on the Big Lebowski or, even better, do both.

Ah, fellow Hendricks lovers, I should have known I'd find you here. Of course, anything that requires you to eat a cucumber is a slice of fried gold in my book. Still, every once in a while I do have to go back to the classics and break out the Bombay Sapphire. Seriously, why does Bombay even bother making the regular…

Yes, YES! I love this new potential genre, but it will inevitably start with civil service jobs and expand from there. Let's see Kirk Cameron working at the Post Office. Then John Laroquette checking parking meters. Patricia Heaton drives a snow plow. Walter Koenig the health inspector! Then Joan Collins teaches…

Um, there was one other significant change…
Julianne Moore doesn't play a widow in Far From Heaven - she's married to Dennis Quaid, a very angry and transparently closeted homosexual. The fact that Moore's friend Patricia Clarkson considers Moore's friendship with Dennis Hastert more taboo than Quaid's frequenting of…

Always happy to see it mentioned
Everyone go out and rent The Man Who Wasn't There tonight. Watch it. Then watch it again with the excellent commentary. Watch it a third time and marvel at how much better your life is for having seen this film.

The Yoo-Hoo was a nice touch.

- Spoilerish, I suppose -

SPOILER
Yes, he plays the official presiding over Kirk's academic probation hearing. Also I think he comes back at the end to give Kirk his promotion.

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Awesome. Roger Corman's still alive, right? Get him over there.

Blech
Go away, Jenna Elfman, go away, go away, like, forever. Go far, far, far away. Alternatively you could sit in a dark room with tape over your mouth and a bag over your head. Or get a job in, I don't know, a cannery or something where I would never have to see your stupid face or hear your stupid voice and…

The SHINY! CANDY-COLORED! BUTTON!
They'd better be careful—it might turn out to be the history eraser button.

The cast commentary is pretty hilarious, too. Given what happened in the very last scene (played over the closing credits) I'm still crossing my fingers for a sequel. Apparently there is some interest, but nothing more definite than that.

Dear sweet God in heaven, I hope not, because the first twenty-nine seconds of Betsy O'Barmaid were okay but she got old after that.

What this show needs is a pair of balls
And here's a perfect example of why, from this episode (so stop reading if you haven't seen it): when Charlie told Hiro off and called him selfish, she wasn't entirely wrong. She stomped off, as she should have, then came back and apologized for yelling at him, which is also…

TELL ME ABOUT IT. If only I could get in the way-back machine and warn my twelve-year-old self to put those books freaking DOWN, back away slowly, and pick up Terry Pratchett instead.

Where is Yellowbeard on this scale?

God, Elvira, please don't ever stop
Anyone who calls Shatner "what's his name" gets a lifetime pass from me.

A worthy successor
Following up on the premise of Scream, pushing it further, and actually pulling it off better, is the delightfully cheeky Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon. Check it out.

James/Booth and the Bad Angel
I don't know whether this one really counts because I couldn't be bothered to read the criteria, but Tim Booth does take the occasional break to record with his side project when the rest of James has hit their songs-about-God limit.