Oh god, the  Deep Throat cognoscenti. The insufferable Terrence Malick fanbase of the porn world. We get it, we get it: not even the most recent Blu-Ray captures the rich Gordon Willis hues of the 1973 theater print's pubes.

Sure sure, it might not be sexy to you, but this movie is gonna do boffo box office in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and Saudi Arabia.

Aw geez, now you tell me. And I thought I was going to be a big-time movie star.

@avclub-ca4fc44a59d0201cc7d4f760153cb00c:disqus You might have gotten a better review if the original Hustler reviewers hadn't decamped to the site devoted to hating on people's genitalia, The Dis Vulva.

In existence? Backstreet Boys are still around. So are Bloodhound Gang. So are those guys with that "Blue (Da Bee Bee)" song. Seems like there's a fair amount of competition ahead of these guys for that exclusive spot.

I haven't been this annoyed with the magazine since Mick Jagger got divorced.

No, but you'll get a ton of royalty checks when I sample your recordings for my IDM novelty hit, "Lisa Needs Braces".

I'm a daguerrotype artist on Friendster.

For those who want to read a very good (and very long) account of the gang, there's
"The Pink Panthers: A tale of diamonds, thieves, and the Balkans" by David Samuels.

If you throw in Bs, you pretty much have half the rock firmament: Bowie, Mick Jagger, Lou Reed, Madonna, just for starters.If you include Ts, there's Laura Jean Grace of Against Me!

Disaster is David O. Russell. Or is this another of those "Family Guy" references I'm not getting?

Well, in their defense, Us Weekly would also have provided the helpful information that Ben Stiller is pregnant.

The Paternal Plight of Luke Skywalker

That depends. Do you like REM?

This is all insightful, but your gimmick account really needs more stoic brooding.

Grace Of Monaco vs. Old Weird Beardo Of Hotel Room

Would you say a little easy on the question marks? Has the sentence structure of a native Russian? We're looking for a perp with that ID. Got a sheet that'll give you nightmares. Figured with your staccato sentences you're a fellow J. Edgar.

Oh, great. One more book that blames everything on a multiple of five.

I didn't have a problem with it because I never feel like Posehn is saying things just for effect, or to prove his brodom bona fides. He could be a guest on The View, and he'd give the same reasons for why "Fireworks" is garbage - he might hold off on the line on Linda Perry's looks. He could go after a guy singer for…

I think he's finally developed the ability to properly think and make sound decisions on his own. You could say he's finally achieved McConsciousness.