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She kind of reminds me of Suzy Bishop from Moonrise Kingdom.

Clearly the people who aren't loved by anyone have got it made.

Clearly the people who aren't loved by anyone have got it made.

I'm surprised she didn't chew Tasha out for using the term, like she did the writer at Vulture:

I'm surprised she didn't chew Tasha out for using the term, like she did the writer at Vulture:

"And I think the female creative urge is intrinsically biologically linked to our ability to give birth to a child[.]"

"And I think the female creative urge is intrinsically biologically linked to our ability to give birth to a child[.]"

One must keep in mind that she narrowly beat Kim Kardashian for that honor.

One must keep in mind that she narrowly beat Kim Kardashian for that honor.

"Oh Ann, you beautiful narrative vacuum!"

"Oh Ann, you beautiful narrative vacuum!"

It was fine?

Rosamund Pike is my very favorite actress who has never been in a great movie, nor has been particularly great in any movie.

Moving Castle sucks. Otherwise, what Craig J. Clark says.

The film with the greatest ending of all time is "When the Wind Blows." Inside the smoldering rubble of a former cottage, an elderly couple step inside paper bags, where they finally succumb to the radiation poisoning they've been dying of the last hour.

And Win/Win!

Shhhhhh.

There was a good 6-7 year period where I had consigned Robert Sean Leonard to the cubbyhole of Perfectly Handsome And Talented Performers Who Will Never Appear In Watchable Media Again Despite Completely Nailing It At Some Point, White Guy Division.

Seriously. Hearing one of my favorite actors is an Oxfordian has the same vaguely devastating effect as hearing one is a Scientologist. Just a lot of broken hearts all around.