Has anyone seen the Liam Neeson version of ‘Les Miserables’ from the last century? At the end it shows Jean Valjean skipping happily along the Seine. That abomination was decided by a studio rather than a streamer but still...

I’ve intuitively dealt with the declining texture of fries all my life.  I eat the larger, thicker fries first while they’re hot, then move progressively toward the thin, pointy fries that retain their crispness longer.

This whole Trumpian nightmare could end if someone would simply tell Trump that Obama could leap from Trump Tower without being hurt and then see what Trump does.

It doesn’t matter what Deadspin admits, try to persuade the owners that it doesn’t work.

Waddaya bet that the “appropriate measures will be taken to ensure that something like this never happens again” means that they’ll fire the worker so it will never happen to her again.

Wow, I never would have figured that out. Their name calling can be so elaborate, I was only just getting comfortable with being a beta cuck.

My guess (I’m also too lazy to do the research to find a definitive answer) is that the WH’s operations and staff are funded by an appropriations bill that has already been passed. But I like the idea of Trump bellowing into his phone that his TV doesn’t work or that his tanning bed is broken or where’s his fucking…

Rami Malek’s not going to win for “Bohemian Rhapsody” (nor should he), but he should get some sort of recognition for working with Freddie Mercury’s particular dental issues, which I understand were actually made *less* noticeable than they were originally. It’s like John Hurt portraying the Elephant Man, putting…

I thought Best Documentary was supposed to be a real fight this year with “RBG,” “Won’t You Be My Neighbor,” and “Science Fair,” among others.  But only “RBG” was nominated.  Huh.

To quote the wise Jack Handey: “I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like his passengers.”

So far it’s been Ben Stiller but the obvious candidate to me is John Cusack.

If you’ve ever seen the funniest movie in the last ten years, “Damsels in Distress,” you may remember characters involved in this exchange (approximately):

“I didn’t say it was a black person,” pause on the line, “well, okay, as a matter of fact it is, but...”

Only eight?

At about the 0:13 mark, an employee walks slowly and wearily around the counter to rescue the guy from his own fuck-up. It’s like the savior was saying to the others on the crew, “Somebody oughta hurry and go save that guy.” (pause) “Yup, someone should rush over there to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.” (longer pause)…

“You’ll find literally every take on Twitter. You can cherry pick to suit your narrative.”

Um... Rhode Island.  Kinda same thing though.

Thanks.

Hard to tell on a monitor, it would help if you included the Pantone number.

I love couples like that.  It suggests she was deep enough to care about the inner Cazale and also that he was good enough to induce her to see the inner Cazale.