It's the show no one particularly wanted, no one really cared that much about, and now it dies quietly. Its life and death probably says something profound about ourselves as humans, but  blah-blah-blah whatever.

"I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula."

There's something oddly comfortaing about an artist who never lets you know if he's winking or not, walking that fine line between satire and condescension. You never quite know if you're laughing at or laughing with, which can be ultimately illuminating. It can make for some uncomfortable viewing, though.

Yeah, because only shallow, beautiful people have the right to clumsily learn nothing about life via wall-to-wall sex with other pretty people. If this movie was about a liquored-up, tattooed-to-death 18-stone hambeast having grunty, sweaty sex with equally physically offputting strangers, the "message" would be the…

I'm old and stuff, but is the idea of a 23-year-old unable to find the true meaning of life by acting out profound to anyone (other than, well, other 23-year-olds)?

I dunno; he was a little warped to be a stoner in Observe and Report.

Sarah Douglas was pretty easy on the eyes between 1981 and 1984. Just sayin'.

Huh, I thought the dominant Lost idea was two people looking each other in the eye and trying to determine how little critical information they can surrender (usually for zero gain beyond ego-stroking), only to have a third party show up and give each an excuse to share even less. But don't worry; there'll be plenty…

Ugh. This has that feel of some teenager talking about how the indifferently-reviewed major-studio release they saw two months ago is the worst movie ever made. Yeah, we all have opinions, but I'm not getting how this one adds to the dialog. This song is at worst a lot of overwrought whatever - oh noes.

Beats sticking to the floor.

Hey kids! Want to hear about your favorite shoegaze band? Well, guess what, here's a movie about the singer's brother, who isn't in the band, but would kind of like to be anyway and is kind of a jerk about it! Sounds awesome? Hells yes!

I saw that as boobs, and damn it, I'm sticking to it.

When it's your roommate and she's screaming something about cleaning up the bathroom after you shave while she throws them, it's not the same thing.

Huh. I used to buy their OJ, but for some reason around here they started only carrying their annoying juice blends so I stopped buying their stuff. Guess I dodged a political bullet by accident.

Their hands in that top photo kind of blend in together, creating a kind of weird polymorph thing. It's kinda hot.

It was something I got dragged to, saw, understood none of it and every once in awhile would show up in some dream.

Aren't baby carrots just regular carrots cut down and shaved?

Vera Farmiga loudly wishing for a 24-hour dump (she really should call her doctor in such a case) has put some very weird images in my head. But maybe that's just because it's lunchtime.

Plus, it's often not the characterm but their own strange idea of what the character is. I mean, cheering for a chemistry-free couple to stay together just because people want to imagine a reality where divorce doesn't happen to good people?

I always took this as "you fans are insane and we're just a band, not Jesus; please chill the fuck out".