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I often ask, "What's it like outside? Is it shorts weather, or Katherine Heigl?"

Intriguing. But I think we're gonna with my plan, "Throw Jay Roach out a window."

Wow, a trailer for this before Upstream Color. Thanks to the miracle of big data, marketing executives now know a film's audience to a T.

"Are you…"

"Well, at least I've managed to hold onto that distorted 'Do You Feel Like We Do' singing thing…aw, goddamnit, T-PAAAAAIN!"

We All Know That People Are The Same Where Ever We Go
There Is Good And Bad In Ev'ryone,
We Learn To Live, We Learn To Give
Each Other What We Need To Survive Together Alive.

As a liberal zombie, I offer my usual riposte: BRAINS.

I'll first say I really hope that the AV Club has more of these in-depth pieces, that really explore a difficult issue in-depth. My differences with the analysis are small, but crucial. I don't think the strange racial aspects of something like Spring Breakers were picked up or discussed by many mainstream critics -

I already saw through this gigantic lie, thanks to my encyclopedic knowledge of old Family Guy episodes.

Cruising is the movie I really wanted to hear him write about; that it's all stereotypical leather bar stuff didn't bother me, maybe because we're so far from that era it's difficult for me to pick up on details that people get very, very wrong. It's easily one of the strangest mainstream movies I've ever seen - that

I felt great excitement, then mild letdown, when I mis-saw these as Ron Silver reading Roth's Sabbath Theater and a fashion blog devoted to Mad Max.

inAPPropriate Comedy was released last month. It's supposed to be like Movie 43, but, somehow, worse.

I clicked Like for this, and hope you get a lot more. I'm also going to copy and print out your entire comment, then stick it in a sealed box labeled "Break Glass In Case Of Emergency Need of Thesis".

Point Break, Counter Point: Keanu, You Ignorant Slut

Glancing through the review and seeing the names Dick and Fat, I got really excited that this was a sequel to VALIS.

My Tarantino-Corbucci is rusty.

As a non-regular commenter, I'll also add a bittersweet adieu to Tobias. I've always thought of the AV Club as a reliable, sympathetic collective voice, like the back of the magazine book reviews of The New Yorker - the focus is on a consistently thoughtful, careful look, one that I've so often come to expect, that I

Will Smith to Django: too little Willie; Gao Jun to Django: too much Djicky.