Since my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down The Wall!
Since my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down The Wall!
So they're all Nazi sex criminals again? Sounds… filmable.
So the premise is a misdirection, in that it's really about an America where class warfare becomes ritualized. You could go either way - the privileged spending one night a year keeping the faceless hordes away, or like this, when it's just rich assholes emboldened by legal impunity to slaughter the unfortunate. I…
Having seen the long trailer in a theater, the Google-worship seemed the least of its problems. It just felt so rote, so generic-snobs-vs-slobs, so mechanical I couldn't imagine having to sit through it. Minimal Effort: The Movie.
Most people who have really hyped up a joke, told it and bombed have seen some version of that stare.
Good heavens Miss Sakamoto; you're beautiful!
Oh, after being in an hour-long meeting where roughly 4 minutes of useful information is communicated, I get it. We already agree on the details, the context, the consequences; just give me which choice you want to go in; I don't need you to use me to talk yourself into it! The forced brevity is a feature; far too…
Isn't he like in jail for tax evasion or something?
I think people are way too eager to assume that attraction (or lack of it) is entirely based on someone's glamour shots. There's many, many reasons why suddenly you want this and not that; hell, it could be as simple as wanting to shag someone who is nice to you for once.
Maybe it's Ariel Sharon?
Sometimes six seconds is all you need. Because… uh… it's so good! Yeah, that's it!
In my experience, Idaho is one of those States people apologize for being born in.
Damn it, man! Be proud! Like when you order a quad decaf hazelnut mocha with extra whip. People are gonna look, but it ain't no thing.
Well, duh. Guys in the know like Ratner know that even all the ass is a lot less than too much ass.
Wasn't this what she had written on her chest when she got drunk or acted drunk on that awards show? That also didn't make me want to watch it. Why 1993? Why does she need to be valedictorian (unless the joke is like in Reality Bites where she's actually fairly dim)?
Nah, I just hate vinyl and like to take any potshot at it I can.
Yes, nothing America likes more than mixing strident polemics and light escapist entertainment! Sure, you can say the latter isn't what this is, but come on; that's what it'll be marketed as and what it'll be assumed to be.
Playing electronic music on vinyl seems like missing the point.
I've weirdly excited that I have never heard of them (her?) before.
You know, there's a point where we know as much of the 70s as is worth knowing.