Well, maybe they should have stopped and asked themselves what said e-mails had to do with the case they were pursuing, that is to say the case against Mr. Weiner. Said e-mails had nothing to do with the case against Mr. Weiner. Therefore, under principles generally accepted within the legal profession regarding the…

So… we're "a bunch of fucking drama queen cry babies" AND we're roaming the streets beating and robbing "innocent folks"? Color me mildly confused here. And if I don't "adapt," then what, sweetie?

Okay, I'm fifty-two, so you're less apt to call me a young know-nothing: Head on over to Under the Radar and stop pretending you're only here because you thought this was a music site. And maybe pick up a digital subscription to Mojo, Q, or Uncut and/or a sub to Jack Rabid's The Big Takeover on the way. You'll have…

So, I thought it might be fun if Pratt were some sort of evil agent sent to fuck the colony mission up, and for some reason the computer couldn't neutralize him on its own (out of some "I can't harm humans" law-of-robotics thing, maybe), so it woke Jennifer Lawrence up (she being some sort of security/law-enforcement…

Since when would she be a "weak" candidate? She's so fucking smart and over-qualified it's ridiculous.

The bad thing? He'd committed to the film, then bailed, and they had to scramble to find a replacement. The good? "Misterman," one of the plays he's since done with the writer of "Once," Enda Walsh, is easily the best thing he's ever done.

Good thing the "visually stunning" was there to prevent people from realizing just how stupid the script is (all the way through, too, not just the Cap'n PinBacon third act).

It was dumb as a bucket of dumb with a dollop of "stupid" on top (these bickering, immature nitwits are the best people we have to send to save the world? Umm, no thanks.). But it was very pretty to look at, and the soundtrack is gorgeous.

But you sure are good about taking "evidence" out of context. Mrs. Clinton was working as a public defender at the time. And her "laughter" was at an ugly, ironic truth: that people— like that rapist— can fool lie-detection equipment. You, I'm sure, as a public defender, would never lower yourself to defending a…

I saw "The Wind That Shakes the Barley" at the Toronto International Film Festival in '06, and I remember thinking— as I still think today— that Loach was milking the idea of the "bulletproof topic": We don't (especially as Americans) dare criticize it. I found his stubborn use of nonprofessional performers insulting,…