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Nay. 'Tis Dawes made the thing.

Hot Rod Herman, this is a seriously terrific idea. Some sort of mute-but-not-silent Greek chorus, growing like a malignant tumor with every passing failure.

Fwiw, your recaps actually convinced me to watch the program. Ironically, of course (this is AVC) but watch nonetheless.

I will only say that it's spelled exactly as intended.

'"For all we know … "

One might debate the ethical dubiousness of Woody's relationship with his step-daughter but, with Polanski, we're not negotiating nominal social niceties. The dude fucked a tweaked-out tweener in the ass. Go 'head and try to parse that.

If you're not actively trolling, I can only conclude you're some kind of real-life Fluttershy. I envy you in that way if that's the case.

Yup, "I don’t like the sensation that when the camera hovers over those swollen, watery eyes, Work Of Art struggles to conceal its arousal" is just great. Should I confess that reading it gave me a chubby?
 

 
… No, I probably shouldn't confess that.
 
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Likewise, I saw nothing disturbing.

I wish is wasn't so true but the only redeemable quality to Work of Art these past 2 weeks has been as source material for Teti's review.

I can't like this enough.

Very nice. Thanks.

I have a 5 year old boy I really want to take to Hugo. Is there anything in this movie that, if my son repeated/described to his mom, would put my nuts in a vise?

David Gordon Green is the only director whose current output actively saddens me. When I warn my children about wasting their talents, I'll be using Green's artistic anorexia as exhibit A.

Just because I hate people doesn't mean I'm some sorta misan-

That's not a soul patch, ElDan. It's scabies.

What are you talking about?

I was thinking exactly the same thing, Gjetostbuster. Someone's high school Spanish class is paying off.

As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm one of "those" Woody Allen people. Midnight in Paris would be a fine movie if there hadn't been 3 or 4 better versions of it produced by the same director a generation earlier. I fully admit my own blind-spot on this one.

Then I think you're good to go. I spoil nothing by telling you that the title sequence is nothing else if not a shout-out to anyone who's read the novel (as I've been told by said readers). A real fanboy moment.