I defended Thank God You're Here!
But it has committed at least one cardinal sin: further abetting Shannon Elizabeth's presence in the public eye. Having never seen the point of the televized poker craze, I fortunately missed her appearance there.

Yugo, girl.
Get her, Amelie! After the video you Hated earlier, she deserves whatever she gets.

Forget the audience
Seconded, hormel chavez. Don't go pandering to us any more than is necessary to keep your page counts up. The readers/listeners will always find something to bitch about.

Interrogation
No, what we'd rather not hear is how ineffective interrogation really is. We've watched too many years of cop shows to think that it ever fails to elicit pure truth.

Attempted software murder
I've used PhotoShop numerous times for character assassination.

At first…
…I thought the two albums after the "More" were getting short shrift, but now it seems most of the reviews are trending short this week. What up?

Thanks, Rich!
You rock.

Star
I tried the Star's web site, but got nothing.

Letter
Does anyone have a link to the letter referenced in the interview, the one about working with Gilliam?

Gries
I bet he thought you were going to ask him about being evil Ben's drunk dad on Lost.

Thank God
The thing I like about the show is that, where Whose Line tended to fall into the same rhythms again and again since it was always the same people working with each other—c'mon, how many times could Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie play wacky newscasters and make it look new?—this at least gives you a fresh…

Speaking of semantics.
I can't resist: a countrywide manor must be one huge fucking house.

Cuba
My understanding is that the great triumph of the Cuban healthcare system is preventive care; they have very few resources or access to medicine, so they've compensated by doing their best to keep people from getting sick in the first place, and doing a surprisingly good job of it for a poor country run by a…

Damnit, Meyers!
You were funny once! Back when you didn't just go for purse-expanding sequels. Back when you made loveable losers that bared your whole cheesy Canadian soul. No more Shrek, no more Austin Powers, PLEASE!

What gets me…
…is that Canfora offers the soldiers who shot him the excuse that wasn't accepted at Nuremburg: they were just following orders.

Oh, shit.
"Baby batter"! Damn, Nathan. Don't do that to me. I nearly choked to death.

I don't know.
Maybe the blockbuster won't die, but I think it should—or at least go back to being a special event instead of a staple. Your argument that effects are better as enhancements to movies with great scripts, characters, acting, and editing—and, I hope, audiences' reactions to those differences—says to me…

"My Father"
I had the great pleasure to see it with an introduction by Maddin before, Q&A with him after, and a screening of "Saddest Music" after that. Guy was a treat, very funny and insightful.

HB
Hellboy is one of the best genre movies of the decade. "Slightly above average"? Pfaugh.

The guy on the right
Is he also the one in Eagle vs. Shark? I'm too lazy to IMDB him.