I wish they'd renew Alpha House . . .

I interviewed Stone onstage at the Edinburgh Film Festival back in 2003, when he came to screen his Fidel documentary. I don't think I've ever seen a man so besotted by power and so fixated on his proximity to it. And like Colbert (only not as well), I tried to push him on Castro's record on free speech, his…

A friend of mine who worked as a tour manager in the UK though the 80s and 90s, encountered Morrissey's distaste for people of colour (like himself) at first hand. His stories make it very hard to enjoy The Smiths as much as I once did.

Non, il n'y a pas.

Sorry pico, didn't realize you'd already addressed this.

'. . . but even [Un Certain Regard]'s name (roughly translated: films that the fest has a certain regard for)'

Couldn't agree more. I love Gyllenhaal's character just screaming, LET ME GO IN THERE! SCREW YOUR PROTOCOLS! I GOTTA SAVE HIM! . . . when anyone who's not a total retard (much less an actual scientist) would be thinking, 'You know, we really have to keep that fucking door closed. So fuck that guy.'

Snap!

'Ten-week online seminar.' hahahaha

Heck, they're just a pack of lovable goofballs who need an Übermensch to tell them what this crazy world's really all about.

'We made something. We didn't understand it. People seemed to like it . . . but not enough of them. Now, back to big soapy tits.'

Ming is consistently, stupefyingly unfunny.

It has nothing to do with 'scarcity' or 'exclusivity'—frankly, I'd be delighted if the rest of the world cared about more of the things I cared about (or if people like Kerrigan or Veysset or Erice got to make more movies). It's the feeling that someone who once had something genuinely singular to say—and a…

Never down-voted a comment before, but holy shit, this one had me close to it.

My wife and I flew Koryo Air when we went to Pyongyang in late 2010. It made my trip on Air Belarus, a few years earlier, seem like that Nicole Kidman ad for Etihad First Class.

Considering what an armpit Frankfurt is, this would actually rank as one of the highlights of the city.

Not going to quibble with such a fine review, but this only highlights, for me, the insanity of assigning letter-grades to films. It's a B+, sure—but only by Yang's impeccable standards; compared to everything around it, it's a straight, unalloyed A.

Wait, someone's giving Jai Courtney credit?!

Middle Kids > Middle Children.

Me too. Apparently Gilmour thought the songs weren't strong enough. To me, 'The Gunner's Dream,' 'Two Suns In the Sunset,' the title track and 'Not Now, John' are as strong as anything they ever did. And 'The Hero's Return' effectively boils down all 80-something minutes of 'The Wall' into a succinct 2:43—which suits…