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Do Pitt and Clooney actually share any screen time in BAR?

I’m assuming it’s Wolfs and not Wolves because of some joke in the movie where they both claim to be a lone wolf, and one of them says they’ll have to be lone wolfs together, leading to an argument about whether you’re still a lone wolf if you’re hanging out with another wolf.

The shark is a metaphor for wokeness.

It’s official: my headcanon now includes M going blind and mistaking Pierce Brosnan for Daniel Craig.

A truly unbiased AI understands that everything written on the internet is equally important and true.

It’s so crazy how awful the Google search experience has become. It’s arguably still better than any current alternatives, but man it feels like someone could come in and dethrone it relatively easily these days, just by removing the clutter. The AI results are garbage and yet another thing I have to ignore and

much love

It helps that Alfonso Cuaron is 20 times the director Chris Columbus is.

I thought Glass Onion was so bad that it made Knives Out less enjoyable for me in retrospect. I've generally liked RJ's movies but I wish he'd get off this train.

Super Size Me was one of the sparks in the discussion about fast food, but for a more holistic, less sensationalistic view, read Fast Food Nation - much more in-depth. And I’m not talking about the bad movie they made based on it.

It’s the best film adaptation. felt like a director following his instincts instead of ticking a checklist.

Supersize Me’s whole premise is like buying a Ferrari and going “Oh, this thing can hit 200mph and I can drive it in traffic? WELL GOSH I GUESS FERRARI WANTS ME TO DRIVE IT IN TRAFFIC AT 200MPH SO I BETTER DO IT.

Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey: A Knives Out Mystery

B-b-b-ut...AV Club comments and Twitter have assured me that JK Rowling was actually a bad writer all along, and the Harry Potter books are terrible. Surely a brilliant creative person like Guillermo Del Toro must think so too?

And now you know... the rest of the story.

He stole my typewriter.

The ragebait seems to be receding, and I’ve definitely observed an uptick in actual pop culture journalism since the sale.  I’m guardedly optimistic, against my better judgment.

...and that little boy whom nobody liked grew up to be... Roy Cohn.

It’s like you’ve been reading my Letterboxd posts...

Yeah, the poker game and the singing cowboy were the absolute highlights of the last season.