Sorry, slaves. Turns out the civil war was really about vampires and personal vendetta!

This is a reply to fastandsloppy, since comment trees don't go down that far:

This is a reply to fastandsloppy, since comment trees don't go down that far:

"Mourning, on the other hand, is traditionally a deeply private practice. If a loved one or family member dies, you feel a pain that only you know."
This statement seems so off, and the dichotomy it implies so falsely set up, that I'm not sure how to respond to it. It seems, at least, to greatly overstate the…

He's right; that's why MSNBC is so much more successful than Fox News.

On the whole "suggest alternatives" gambit: I would think part of the point is that there are no alternatives, because pretty much all fiction on the dial is by and for white people, and that with very few exceptions, "white" is the default and a character's non-whiteness somehow has to be plot-relevant (much like…

You mean the doctrine according to which sense perception and direct experience are privileged forms of cognition? Never heard of it; please instruct me, condescending internet man!

Yeah, it's like their style sheet demands that reviews open with some hasty generalization or pseudo-philosophizing.

Also I find the first assertion in the review to be almost comically off-base. Nightmare on Elm Street, à l'intérieur, haute tension, the Ring, Martyrs, any move where zombies take up a significant portion of screen time…none of them seem the least bit to belong to the "Sensualists," whatever that's supposed to mean.

To the woman in the picture:

I would watch that…a psychological thriller revolving mostly around ice-cream that gives you salmonella.

It would be a national tragedy.

"As if the concept…love of abortion."

I think it's a function of treacle: Family Matters, Full House, and those other Silver Age sitcoms gave the last three and a half to five minutes of their episodes to "lesson time," where the characters at the center of the central conflict sat down and hugged it out. No true generalizations about this, but from what…

Wow. Reading these synopses reminds me how jam-packed and fast a post-AD sitcom is. Compare the plot of this 22 minutes of television to an episode of, say, Full House, which can more or less fully be summed up with "one of the daughters learns to drive, or something."

That line never sat well with me. It can totally be un-did; it's a very common medical procedure.

@avclub-856506e83608c782ad3696742018815e:disqus : What exactly is your comment meant to imply? I'm (rather uncharitably) assuming it's some sort of socially-conservative hand-wringing meant to express some vague fear about Orwellian liberals and their ravenous appetite for terminating pregnancies. How far off am I?

The only question is: funniest movie of 2007, or funniest movie of the decade?

I agree completely. Perhaps the consistent complaint is a sign that this premise should leave and never return.

Or she could have just, you know, had an abortion.