Part of me wanted to cry, 'cause I loved Gus.
Part of me wanted to cry, 'cause Walter is finally dead to me.
Part of my heart was broken by the end of the Salamanca-Fring blood feud.
Part of me wanted to vomit, vomit, vomit.

After that long-lens slow motion shot of Gus walking to the retirement home, I had confined myself to resignation that Gus was a goner.  I never loved him more than that long, slow walk.

I mention this elsewhere, but I just love the irony of calling someone impressively ignorant about the film industry, then stating that best boys are at (or near) the bottom of the food chain.  Nope.  Wrong.  Not even close.  Sorry.

I was trying to find the appropriate thread, but I feel compelled to mention a couple of quick clarifications that are nerdy and not worth mentioning, except that I love the delicious irony that they're errors being made on a comment board rife with accusations of ignorance.  1) I Will Probably Forget This Qu…

You could tell a kid he'd spend all week guzzling elephant semen, and the only part of the discussion he'd hear is "Take part in a Darren Aronofsky film."

Disagreed.  I guess it's worth pointing out - though it seems fairly obvious to me - an unpaid internship is NOT a life sentence.  If you take advantage of it, you complete your internship, have possibly secured yourself a paying gig, or at least have gained insight into your next career move.  Instead, many think…

I just re-read the NY Times article, and specifically what these guys are alleging is that Fox Searchlight is basing an enormous amount of their workforce off of unpaid interns.  A quick search of imdb actually shows a surprisingly small number of interns for a movie of that size, which supports my suspicion that this…

So I know nobody's really reading these boards any more, but there are a few things that are irking me in the arguments.  I Will Probably Forget This Qu seems most correct in regards to knowing the most about set operations and internships.  I won't pretend to know shit about the law, so my apologies if something I…

I'm out of town for the next couple years banging through my out-of-town days for the DGA, but dammit, I'd hire you off this post.  I like the cut of your jib.

@avclub-d7f43e1fb2d4977c86163d9b0cb07814:disqus : Thank you, you're much more articulate than I in describing the mechanics of how that all works.

Alumnus.  I hear the program's cleaned up a lot since I graduated.  Obviously, they're still not teaching… aww fuck it: [lazy, underhanded jab about proper subject-verb agreement].

Actually, I think that's a little backwards.  The accounting guy likely bore more responsibility in the business sense, thus resembling a true employee over the production kid.

There's a very popular bumper sticker you see on Teamster and IA trucks and cars.  It says simply, "Live Better.  Work Union."

Beating a dead horse, too, I should clarify that every intern that's ever been in my departments has never been a hire of my choosing.  They're often forced on you by producers or friends of producers or some executive or some bullshit, and frankly, I hate keeping them around.  If I have a guy on my crew who's a shit…

Hate to say it, but I very much agree.  I've used plenty of interns in my departments over the years, and if you can't turn that into some kind of PA job (camera depts, AD depts, wardrobe, hair & makeup, production offices, I've seen them all use both interns AND PA's), you're not paying attention.  Unfortunately,…

I guess canceraids is preferable to swallowing a bag of cocaine and having it burst in your stomach…

Cuttin' Headz is an odd one that kinda feels tacked-on.  Tonally completely different from the rest of the album, but I'll be goddamned if I don't fucking love the mean beat that runs through it.  Sometimes I'll throw that on first, then go back and listen from the beginning.

Got off my ass and looked at google. Not hard to find. Nevermind.

Bunga Bunga!
Their fucking needle-drops and montages are still the best of any television show ever.

Sorry, I'm being a prick. I just think we're giving the decedent waaaaay more credit than she's due. And my hangover's making my comments simple and poorly-conceived. Apologies around the room.