For me, 1997 was all about pointing to the poster for Titanic every time I was at the movie theatre and telling whatever unlucky soul was near me, "I wonder how that's gonna end."

No one will notice this down on the bottom, but I would be remiss if I didn't mention the bass solo in Maxwell Murder. It's just insanity to me the speed with which Matt Freeman rips through it and keeps it pretty damn clean. Probably the best solo work you could expect from any punk band.

I thought they were supposed to police the police. Those fuckers are barely doing their job.

Does it mean that there are other movies where the reviewer feels compelled to laugh disingenuously to impress or fit in with his fellow moviegoers?

You should have had him blink 182 times.

I thought the Waterboy was my final one as well, aside from Punch Drunk Love, but then I went on his IMDB page to make sure and remembered I went to see Big Daddy, Mr. Deeds and Anger Management in the theatre. I had completely forgotten all 3 of those films existed even after reading the article that mentioned Jack…

Bitch, where the mother fuckin' cheese go at?

"Now with more testicles"

I remembered this from when I was a kid and thought it was some weird, but I couldn't remember if they did something like this every single year to advertise the schedule or if it was just some weird random thing.

Was Jim Abbott sought for questioning?

Bull Durham is definitely the one that seems to be held in the highest regard. Since I had such a deep love for Major League as a kid I was surprised to grow up and find so many people didn't really think it was that great.

I know there are better baseball movies, but as an 8 year old my dad recorded Major League onto a Beta for me (along with Die Hard). I must have watched it a few hundred times growing up and to this day I question my dad's parenting skills.

Ready…
Say, "fuzzy pickles!"

I love Static Prevails, but I have to give the slight edge to Clarity.

I start fires!

Same boat here. I can take him in (very) small doses, but that's about all. I was able to get through most of U Talking U2 To Me? but near the end I had to give it up despite my love for that charming scamp Adam Scott.

15 minutes can save you 15% or more on dead horse insurance.

Well I'll be damned, a non-damning review. I may have to pick this one up.

Totally tangential story time:

I'm just asking for a friend, but does that inflatable unicorn have any… um, pockets. For… inserting… things?