We call him "Shorts In The Shower Boy" around these parts.

Except - funnily enough - the mucus-coated pouches.

Like The Conversation, with Kuby in the Gene Hackman role? I'm in.

YEEEEAA… Oh he's gone.

@bbmcrae:disqus  I don't think M. Night Shyamalan is retarded per se, just really rather less talented than his initial promise suggested.

I've just been checking out the AVC reviews for Season 5 Ep 9, in which the bedroom/throat-cutting scene took place (the nightclub scene ended with gunplay, both brothers escaping through a secret hidden exit and egg-on-face for Miami Metro/the bench bitch). The review itself barely mentions the case or the scene, and…

From what I recall - and this was the season that lost me totally as a loyal viewer - they dropped the Santa Muerte plotline like a steamy-hot pile of soft crap as soon as the first guy got shot and the second bundled out of the bedroom window. Believe me, by Season Five the show had long since ceased to give a crap…

Fuck that, there's still the second Santa Muerte killer from Season 5 at large in Miami! I'm sure they're going to catch him any day now…

I never knew David Byrne wore a moustache.

Nick Frost downing all five tequilas, ripping his cardigan open and letting loose with a primal yell at the start of that fight scene was the most joyously uplifting cinematic moment I've witnessed in years.

Disappointed? Dammit man, I saw the 'D' and damn near achieved plank!

Agreed; and the cinema I saw the movie in was packed and rolling with laughter - mine included - so that might have been just the OP's own personal experience. There may have been the odd joke or riff that didn't land, but that is true of even the most celebrated comedies in film history.

So many musicians adore Steve Albini, and for good reason: he isn't a producer, but a "recordist". He can capture the raw sound of a band thrashing out songs in a room better than anyone else working in the industry. His method is about careful microphone placement, hitting 'play' and letting motherfuckers go to it…

The moon crashes into El Paso Texas, killing everyone for three thousand miles North and South of the border. It's the twist you never saw coming!

How far is Miami Metro from El Paso anyway?

Oh, the socks…

Rowboat Cop, dammit.

Not enough likes exist for this comment. Mercury accompanied by a fella banging a trash can lid and whistling would be endlessly listenable; Jackson as a vocalist was always hugely overrated.

Anna Gunn looks fabulous. Shame No Betsy Brandt…

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