Either Lethem mixed up the movie or Brando employed this strategy on multiple occasions, because I definitely heard that rumor related to his behavior on the set of The Score, where he also allegedly referred to director Frank Oz only as "Miss Piggy" and insisted that Robert De Niro direct his scenes instead.

And you know he tries to explain it away with "Well, if it was good enough for Marlon…"

"That's when the bottle of Jack slipped out of my hand. I caught it just before it hit the floor but…*sob*…it's moments like that that really reminder you what's precious in life."

Thank you. The active vs. passive character critique is the worst kind of rote "Save the Cat" generic storytelling aphorism. By that metric, Casablanca is a piece of shit because Rick does next to nothing to move the plot along. But the whole point of the story is in getting him to make one critical decision. That's…

The Associated Press has just fucking given up at this point and is throwing in "unintelligible" just about every other sentence.

In other moron-related news, Fox News just canned Bill Shine, the executive whose firing Sean Hannity threatened would be "the total end of F.N.C. as we know it."

Jackson's solution? Kill more Indians.

My moment of turning on Moore came right before that. It's when he confronts Heston in a shot-reverse shot setup that couldn't possibly have been filmed that way without either having cameras in the frame (which there aren't) or being restaged, which calls Moore's end of the dialogue into immediate question. Heston…

"Malfunctioning meatloaf-fueled piss-baby" was a standout.

In development hell, no one can hear you scream.

"…has there ever been a President shirking his duties as much as this one?"

The Department of Defense's official website uses the abbreviation DoD, though they do lowercase the "o."

Well, it's not like the company is likely to liquidate. If a bankruptcy happens, it'll probably wipe out the private equity owners and put the company in the hands of the creditors as a going concern.

It's about the notes the accordion ISN'T playing.

The Painfully White Album

Not only that, but I'd say Stop Making Sense and The Silence of the Lambs belong in any discussion of the all-time greatest films of their respective genres, with the former possibly topping any other concert film.

It's really that flight attendant's fault for insisting on petting him and squeezing him and calling him George.

You mean you don't have a poster of public radio hunk Ira Flatow?

"And so, having considered all things, I now retire to spend more time with nothingness."

Box Office Poison!