This director, this era of filmmaking, and this subject matter would each suggest a longer running time.

All I remember about the end is that he's framed like Jesus because it's a Mel Gibson movie.

If you take the December bit out, Moonlight still fits the bill.

And where's the villainous beam of light?

Try saying anything nice about Tarantino on the internet…

It's a totally schizophrenic movie. The good parts are good, but the bad parts aren't just bad, they're each bad in a unique way. There's some stuff in the beginning that seems to be there only because it really happened, but confuses the point. Vince Vaughn was excellent though.

It's almost as if defiance masking increasing desperation in the face of rising fascism is somehow thematically relevant.

Michael Bay makes his shots so busy that your brain literally rejects the image, and people complain that Nolan's shooting style isn't busy enough?

:(

No, the mental gymnastics required to explain why some movies succeed and others fail is on par with charm bracelets and not stepping on sidewalk cracks.

But we thought we could won without even looking at the board!

Studios today are still incredibly superstitious.

Honestly, I don't know how directors do it. Just being a fucking extra could mean multiple consecutive 16-hour workdays. That's some Apu shit. Directors must have access to the Time Turner.

Quiet fellow. Very polite.

You have not lived until you've seen the man filming whilst up to his shoulders in rushing water. Stiff upper lip and everything.

And that right there is how we lost the Vietnam War.

The US and France have had a historically contentious relationship. Soon after the Revolution, we almost went to war; they took advantage of the American Civil War to try to conquer Mexico, and De Gaulle withdrew from NATO out of pure spite.

My grandfather wasn't in the war. Engineering deferment. But his disturbed little brother was. He helped liberate Dachau, spent a year after the war infiltrating and assassinating escaped Nazis off-the-books in Austria, went home, and never spoke of it (or much of anything) again until dementia kicked in.

They don't!? Are you suggesting that Hollywood conventional wisdom is condescending and based in rational but misapplied fear of the Wrath of the Gentiles?

My father still wants me to take him for Father's Day, but the hell if I'm giving that abusive piece of shit my time and money (he would never pay for anything having to do with me).