Heh, ChancellorPuddingcuck.

It's all the comedy scenes, really. The system is pretty much set up and designed for exploitation, UCB especially.

No, but the others are, relatively speaking.

I'd hope. Personally, I just can't help but be skeptical about a romcom about a sitting US President's first date with his future wife, whether it's Ronnie and Nancy, or Billy and Hillary, or Johnny and Jackie, or Dick and Pat.

What does the characters being black have to do with it?

It's essentially partisan propaganda disguised as a nostalgic romance for the hip, but milquetoast American left. American Sniper was partisan propaganda for the hoo-rah subset of America.

Huh, I think I know someone who was in the art department for this flick. Thought it was a barrel-scraper. Apparently it's a feature in the cineplex.

Well, this is the liberal equivalent of American Sniper…

I hope we get a Before Midnight equivalent, then, with them in the White House and arguing about how to discipline their daughters while staving off crisis after crisis.

This is a 30 Rock bit, right?

Thanks, AVC for going with a deep cut arthouse series for this installment.

The righteous indignation of a Sugarbaker woman, all Southern sass. Thankfully, when you wake up, it won't be to a perpetual bag of crazy desperation; they'll have to live with the memories and pains of each other for-ev-uh.

At this point it's not about your dignity. Your dignity via the texts are fine.

Well, I've already planned on focusing on the roots of misogyny next week, so we're gonna have plenty o' time to dissect that fucker.

The shot in Hitch's The Wrong Man where the criminal's face is superimposed over Henry Fonda's falsely accused character's face was the moment I felt not only that catharsis as a viewer, but had the idea that Fonda was, himself, having that catharsis.

Sounds like one boring dream.

I was just glad it wasn't all about parties and poppers.

So…Tim McCarver, obviously.

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Pearl Jam is that band that makes me understand people who hate Bob Dylan or Pink Floyd or the Grateful Dead, bands that I otherwise love, but who require commitment. PJ is similar, but a bridge too far for my ears: Vedder's throaty wailing, the clean dirt of the guitar anthems…it does nothing but blend into the…