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I second Jimmy. He has quite extraordinary eyebrows.

Oh. I harbour an open passion for mid 20th-century ugly. If any one wants to knock those brutalist buildings down I'll be there chaining myself to their scritchy uncomfortable concrete walls.

Hey AV Club. No video update in weeks? I come home each day from mining at the coalface of wage slavery wetly anticipating your sweet sweet kisses of critical awesomeness and pertinent social commentary. But lately you've been absent. Was it something I said?

He's like Foucault, but sexier.

I nominate …
… Annette Bening's final speech in "Being Julia" in which she roundly defeats her upstart colleague in an extemporaneous speech in a play.

You guys are funny.

Okay everyone …
Politics, narratology and metaphor aside, I felt that the most manipulative component of this film were the hyper-sexualized CGI natives. Was anyone else disturbingly aroused by their taut blue muscles and loin cloth g-strings? Their 0% body fat? Their USB anemone tentacle things? (And why no slots,

I love you, Elegant Victorian Lady!

Great article
United 91 had a documentary attached where the actors met the families of the people they were portraying and it was absolutely heart-rending. I actually remember this part more than the film.

I had an awkward moment
when a friend of a friend showed me a clip of Dunham's at a party and it was desperately not to my taste.

I don't care what you all think
but the colours in "A Taste of Armageddon" are amazing. Particularly the purples and greens and reds and blues in the corridor around the disintegration chamber.