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Edmond Dantes Inferno
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Over the last several months a friend and I have been re-watching all of Linklater's films in order. The jump from Slacker to D&C is obvious, and the development of nuance from there to Before Sunrise is notable - but Waking Life is the one where the noticeable development of his artistic balance of freedom and

Prove me wrong, kids! Prove me wrong!

"Bees are on the what, now?" is my standard response to someone explaining something technical to me.

"Diplomatic immunity!"

That's when I checked out.

They also wanted the US to take a firmer stance on the hazards of using the drive-through.

To be fair, though, once you know that, it's pretty tough to give a shit about the chief exports, or scenic attractions.

There was an exchange student at my high school from S. Africa who was asked to speak to various classes about apartheid, and the gist of his speech was "Hey, every country has its problems, and people need to stop judging and let S Africa take care of S Africa."

I've always wondered if his reluctance to delve deeper into Blazing Saddles is because it means showcasing how much of the memorable pieces were written/developed by Richard Pryor. I'm not bashing on Brooks, but Saddles was really Pryor's magic in many, many places, and it would be tough for anyone to say, "Yeah,

Our downfall was the babysitter using the Netflix.

…"The Long Kiss Goodnight"

It helps explain why people on Facebook are suddenly talking about going outside to play Pokemon, as well as posting pictures of normal things with weird, cartoon animals in the middle of them…

One of my Intro To Film evals: "I don't care what you or THE CRITICS say - Dr. Strangelove is some stupid boring ass shit."

"This patient is litrilly the sickest person I've ever seen."

See? I'd forgotten he was in it! But, oh yeah! He was in it! And he was pretty great, wasn't he?

And Fright Night!

"Here I aaaammm, and you're a Boston Cream, oh yeah!"

Somewhere with no sand.

Say hello to his stinky little friend?

I'd hug Jim Jarmusch, but I'd be insecure that I was hugging him in some banal, uncool way.