No, sadly we don't. You'll have to wait for The Canyons II: The Secret of the Cooze.

With the three friends reacting with nervous happiness to Kevin James' character coming out and the wounded phantom figure in the background, that still looks like it might come from something that might be interesting, The Sixth Sense directed by Pedro Almodovar.

"John, in this movie you're hunting for a man…"

You think this movie's smart? Stupid, stupid.

I smell a new Goldberg Variations. And boy, does it smell terrible.

I can't stop picturing him as a sleazy hustler type character like Steve Prince as the gun dealer in Taxi Driver - this is without having seen End yet.

@avclub-e3f5ab7f02122f95b801e13e2c586d6a:disqus "This isn't the place to not that US TYRANNOS would be the proper form for the title, is it?"

*looks up from book, gives a hard glare and then goes back to book, which due to the camera angle, we can only see part of its title and author; perhaps a science fiction dystopia about an american king, written by a one named writer that might imply this is a key of some kind: US REX by CLES*

While the Observer continues to openly taunt his detractors,
Reed himself has yet to speak out on this latest brouhaha—again, likely
due to our constitutionally protected opinion that he is currently
bellowing scabrously witty bon mots into the black depths of his own
gastrointestinal system.

Somehow this is art but Justin Bieber taking a piss in a mop bucket is not.

[James Franco something something]

Well, we appreciate you dropping by and letting us know how you feel, Mr. Klosterman.

Would it make more sense if you knew that Justin Bieber is a stage name? And that his actual name is…Talia Al Ghul? No? That wouldn't make more sense? Well, okay then.

I don't expect anything other than him getting beaten up after he dares to travel to Jespenaria, the chunk of the Southwest that, after the apocalypse, became an autonomous state run by a gang devoted to the messiah once known for "Call me Maybe".

That sounds terrible. On the other hand, I love watching the Wild Kidzzzzz, the public access children's show about a bunch of Dickensian orphans whose contact with an alien crystal gave them all superpowers and narcolepsy.

I know that when I saw this, I assumed that the guy had a huge career afterwards; I was astonished how little he did - an X-Files episode and a few other small things. It felt like a clear example of someone talented maybe just worn down by Hollywood crassness and stupidity.

Yeah, well I like "One Headlight". I like "Torn". I feel like going after those songs is like going after the weakest, most put upon kid in class. Like, you really have to have spine to do that, instead of saying, "I really can't stand Nirvana's 'In Bloom'", which you know you'll get a ton of shit for. You're going…

No, and you can't put your arms around a memory, either. But you somehow can hold onto the night. I'm not sure why. I think there's an explanation in A Brief History of Time.

The only thing I remember about this movie is that Crosby has a really big cell phone in this. It must be one of the first ones ever made. I think she needs a suitcase to carry it. She might use it at one point to block a door. It's like a prop in a Michael Gondry dream sequence. It's a really big fucking phone is…

Fun fact: the guy who directed this, Steve de Jarnatt, also co-wrote Strange Brew, with Rick Moranis.