That's what so bad about this kind of stuff these days - we've reached a point where we are amazed when a director can accomplish the very basics of composition. The norm is muddy, indistinct, oversaturated, like they took the Bulgarain weather of their inevitable locations to heart.

Dear god, imagine a TV that only got CBS and nothing else.

This thread needs to happen on all future Mooch articles.

It's "Halle Berry 911" all over again!

It would still star that sickly kid from The Simpsons though.

Excited for Columbus, Good Time, Nocturama, and Logan Lucky.

Never heard of it until this write-up and it sounds awesome.

Only idiots and extremists hate the people of a country because of its leaders. By that logic I would hate all Americans because of Trump, instead of just hating MOST Americans as I do now.

Assayas is great but this sounds like something that would have been remade in the 1990s in the U.S. and starred Martin Short.

I'm the opposite - loved The White Stripes but find all his solo work to be close to unlistenable garbage. It surprises me how much I dislike all of it.

Fair enough, but groovier would help too. Some rhythm, somewhere, as opposed to what plays to this philistine like music for planetariums.

Will it have any actual melodies? All good on Gork doing her own thing, but I miss her skewed approach to pop music.

I don't understand why we all have to die instead of just having a missile that specifically targets Kardashians.

Yes, same is true for The Strange Color of Your Bodies Tears. They are technically really strong directors but the movies don't offer much else (which is fine).

This sounds cool - I like movies where you get quick, offhand side stories of minor characters that aren't crucial to the main story.

It can be four things…

Apparently the song's popularity did minorly impact sales of Polaroid cameras.

I'm legitimately shocked to learn this.

It really doesn't ever get old. No matter where I am when I hear it, I always break out into a huge grin. It's such a blast of pure joy.

From the musical number to the raft floating, it's pure gold.