Who's to say that Greta wasn't drunk, too? Here's a blurb for the presses:

Man, I feel this thread. I'm a teacher and it fucking sucks and I wish every day that I'd made better decisions early on so as not to be doing this but to be doing almost anything else. I have a hard time imagining that being a lawyer is worse, although I suppose I don't really have the dual-experience to tell. It…

Then diet pills. Then cancer. Said I: "Ah! That's one fatsuit episode only for you!"

Has a book here ever been given an F? Just askin'.

The thing that stood out to me most, when I read the article online, was how gaping the assholes from Dartmouth were in the comments section. Careful,  @avclub-cc225865b743ecc91c4743259813f604:disqus.

Jeezus. To level the usual fogeyish complaints is beside the point, then? Yeeeeeeaah! Burn, Rome, burn!

Horror movies now need a "reason to exist"?

A Gaussian distribution inside an erect penis could double as Pynchon reference or simply bonkers science tat. A Gaussian distribution on an erect penis would perhaps be even more impressive.

So Smemely's the one to have a David Foster Wallace tat. I'd always considered myself a somewhat uncomfortably rabid fan, but then I found out that there were people with tattoos like these out there, and since I've had to recalibrate my opinions of fan-dom down to "cool appreciator."

Your comment makes me think of last year's The Pale King. Take up your shitty accountancy positions and societally mandated bullshit, ye weary, and IRS will give you rest. Something something sad sad suicide, etc.

Turtle scene is evil. That's a real turtle, right?

I would like to suggest that there's a good reason that 2001 shot is in there. 2001 is a movie that's deliberately weird and almost anti-naturalistic in order to induce an altered consciousness in the viewer—it's like all the stuff at the beginning is one long bang against the viewer's expectations that just are…

The Glamorama scene that stuck with me the most was that long, graphic three-way. I had the wife read it, and for some reason she thought it was John Updike, so when I made some joke about Updike's fusty sex scenes later that week she got pretty confused.

That's a fair complaint. Is there a way to read the film that doesn't have women being the root of all evil? Am I being too literal, there?

This sounds like BS, but I was once on a concert band tour of Japan and stayed with a Buddhist priest in a small town, and for the first dinner (main course: horse sushi) he put on music in the background to make us feel comfortable, as Americans. It was James Brown, and the neither my roommate nor I recognised it.…

The Enter the Void scene struck me as being straight out of The Miracle of Life—a PBS-produced program, where I think they had an actual shot of an ejaculating PIV, and as it's filmed it looks weirdly abstract, like a whale spout or a futuristic zeppelin or something. I didn't find it viscerally gross, though.

Waterworld is frickin' sweet. I haven't seen John Carter, but I'm happy to be proactive and say that Waterworld trumps just about anything. Merman Power!

I listened to Friedkin's commentary on that one, and it's even more irritating than they said above. In the filmed murders, a different actor was used for each, meaning that there literally wasn't an answer to the question of whodunit. The movie's goal is just to fuck with the audience. Nice work, Bill.

I get that The Turn of the Screw's supposed to be a landmark of ambiguity, but I read it a few weeks ago and I have to say I don't get it. How is it that there couldn't be ghosts? There's a lot of interesting stuff in there, but I really don't see how the story could be explained without them. If someone has an…

This seems legit, where the movie's concerned. However, in the book I don't see how it's possible to think that he didn't do at least some of that stuff. It all seems too extreme and grisly to be entirely imagined.