You and me both. He was sort of a weird hero for a seven-year old girl to emulate, but looking back, why the hell not?

This legitimately shook me in a way that I think only Roger Ebert's dying previously did. Christ. His role as Eddie Valiant made him my hero at a very young age. Other little girls wanted to be Jem or Madonna; I wanted to be a hardbitten detective with a dead brother and a drinking problem.

I just want to know when the hell he apparently began his slow metamorphosis into Gary Oldman, from the looks of that photo.

More or less. I mean, it's a moot point and I'm just talking to myself here, since they most definitely hooked up in canon.

"… having always preferred them as platonic life partners who had sex maybe once or twice then never thought about it again"

This both made me laugh and become a little sad. :(

Okay, so he did indeed out her new name? I had been wondering, because I hadn't seen it anywhere else. What a disgusting fuck.

Movie, I was right there with ya until Brody nailed the Bjorkaroo, at which point you lost me. Until the monster finally learned to speak at the end and delivered the INSIDE … YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! line, that is, at which point your idiotic charms won me right back over. Bless. How can I stay angry at you, you wall-eyed…

My friends and I still scream INSIDE … YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!111 at each other if we need a larf. It's a surprisingly solid movie, but a couple of the scenes are god-damned hilarious (the aforementioned Batwiings sex scene, the finale where Bjorkaroo grows a dick and gets all Oedipal).

The choice for Roland, if Paul DOES gets cast as Eddie (as he bloody well should, it's perfect), is obvious: Cranston.

I do not understand—cannot fucking wrap my head around it, no matter how hard I try—how in the name of god people miss the point of IS THAT WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE being followed two minutes later by a glossy shot of Pitt doing the exact same pose as the underwear model. How? That's not subtext; it is the movie…

I would watch the SHIT out of this. Marla's scenes get more and more harrowing the further the movie plays out as it is, especially if you've ever been in a relationship with a manic-depressive. Norton could totally sell it.

The movie is entirely from the POV of Jack, who is completely and utterly seduced by Tyler until the final act. 'Making the satire more clear' wouldn't make any goddamned sense when we're seeing everything from the eyes of someone who thinks Tyler is amaaaaazing. Bugsby's reading is pretty spot-on.

THANK YOU, FLOWSTHEAD. Christ. This is not rocket science. It's not even Cinema 101.

Dowd, this may be the first time we've agreed on something, but we are agreeing on it HARD. This may be the best overview of why the effects in this movie still work I've ever read.

I had never noticed the little string of drool he wipes away until I re-watched it this year. Creepy.

I actually quite liked the ending. That said, Wolves of the Calla, Song Of Susannah and a goodly portion of the final book were straight-up dog shit. I read part of SoS in a bookstore, came to the bit with the self-insertion, put the book down, and walked away.

I got to stay here last year (for free, no less) and it was pretty rad.

God fucking dammit. There goes another five or six years where I have to wait to see Tilda Swinton as a seven foot tall witch tearing the shit out of Edwardian London. 

If Ozymandias couldn't get an A+ from this woman, I don't goddamned know what would.