This ain't gonna be cheap.

Remember the one where the dying man has his brain preserved in a tank?  Such a fantastic ending.

I think this movie exhibits many more notable flaws than an excess of ambition.  It's indifferently shot and edited, lit like a fast food commercial, features a weak, one-dimensional lead performance, contains no surprises, no moments of audacity or beauty or mystery or humanity or profundity as are found in the…

I take my car-crazy little boy every year and it is a real gauntlet, for sure.  Exhausting and endless.

I love how Walt operates from a position of victimhood when exerting his will—it's effective, and he's brilliant at it, but I think that's the show telling us very clearly how we're meant to read Walt's actions:

NIGHT FLIGHT!  YES!

Ah, Murmur…

Don't call me Keaton, Buster.

Yeah, having the medals displayed is weird if anonymity is a concern…but I wondered if maybe the general insisted on having the game on in the shot to ensure the footage couldn't be manipulated?

I front a trio—power pop, British Invasion kind of stuff—and I kind of hate it.

Now, I may live in Brooklyn, be engaged to a burlesque performer, work in media, wear hornrimmed glasses, and play in an indie pop band, but does that make me a severely affected, mildly retarded hipster?
 
Well, ok. But I went to Wesleyan, and that's a hard school to get into, so I take umbrage at "mildly retarded."
 
Yea…

I love that movie.  I want to play cards in a bar with AH.

I've never listened to these guys or Black Flag, but I thought this was strikingly strange and lovely.  It sort of reminded me of something from Love's Forever Changes…idiosyncratic, kind of abstract but accessible, baroque flourishes in the service of an attempt at something more interesting than mere prettiness.

Anjelica Huston is so weirdly, disturbingly sexy in this.

I'm not a guy who usually goes on the internet to hate things, but man, I do not get the Nerdist.  I am an avid podcast listener and frequently give it a listen due to the many high-caliber guests, but Chris Hardwick—who seems like a smart, thoughtful, decent fellow—just isn't a good interviewer.  The Whedon thing was…

I was actually surprised by how truly funny she was—that scene of her and Wiig dueling over the friendship toast was a small classic.  And she was the best thing about the pretty dire Get Him to the Greek.

Yeah, Jerry Lewis in the afternoon, or Shirley Temple.  Jesus.

Did I make a costume and pretend to be IQ of the Bugaloos?  Yes I did.  Born in '71.

I um, remember, uh, appreciating that segment one late teenaged pornless night.

Daddy, what is the angry man doing to that pig?