I'm gonna throw in votes for Wattstax and  Glastonbury Fayre, since it's co-directed by Nicolas Roeg.

Did I feel more than a little lousy making fun of this? Yeah. But this wasn't just a birthday party, it was a business venture. People are supposed to pay money to hang out at events like this. He invited a writer known for his nasty, skewering style, got copy approval, and then was upset that it managed to be…

It's from removing her identical twin. A successful paralegal who's about to be dragged into her sister's world of C-list parties. Together, they'll have to fight the ultimate enemy: soul-crushing boredom.

Hmmm…if Corey Feldman started throwing parties with really horrible BEP music and depressed strippers next door, would I be e-static?

Nah, they're actually quite young. They just look older because they're wearing the new Covergirl mascara, "Self-Disgust".

Looks like my syllabus for this semester's "Moments of Despair: Existentialist Literature of the 20th and 21st Centuries" will now also include an internet comment.

Defensive Strategies for Dealing with a Nuclear Blast and/or Corey Feldman Party by Indiana Jones.

One of my favorite Scorsese films, without any of the showier effects someone might associate with his work, but that's so well directed. It's a movie that's incredibly funny, but it feels like such a realistic portrayal of a TV crew - long-time "Tonight" show director Fred De Cordova plays the show's producer. When…

No, because "The Scottish Movie" sounds like a Friedberg-Seltzer parody of Trainspotting and the Highlander series. And I think most people would rather die than be associated with Friedberg-Seltzer.

It wouldn't surprise me if the writers hated what they were doing, thought the show was terrible, but really needed the sweet TV writing money, and half these very special episodes are them pranking the audience. "Let's write something that could be the first part of a script for Luis Bunuel, and then we'll stick a…

The picking a point out in the desert and racing to it is directly from L. Ron Hubbard's life. I don't have a problem with anyone not liking Anderson's work, or not finding much in his movies, but I find your point here less than substantial. Freddie Quell is a man who's been nearly psychologically destroyed by a war,…

I didn't read all of this, but:

It's part of some elaborate homage where someone will eventually steal the camera while it's riding the track, then films themselves as they shoot out the lens.

It starts with him defacing great art. It ends with him blowing up Gotham City.

Rub a dub dub, beyotch.

Which O'Reilly book do I need to understand this language?

Woo hoo! Free pants!

It felt like it had just rained, but maybe it hadn't. Riello had a drawerful of women's lingerie and old baseballs, so he'd probably lived an interesting life before I shot him dead, but I'd let someone else write that book. "I knew'd you come" he muttered before it all ended, or some would say that - it was more…

To the various high powered movie producers and studio heads who drop by here looking for great ideas and blindly follow the wishes of internet commenters: please put this guy in way more movies.

I'll go with the CWs: either Walken or Waltz.