Yeah, wrong. I've read a few of McCarthy's books (well, just Blood Meridian and The Road), and this movie is really, really bad. Between this, The Canyons, and Cosmopolis, I'm starting to think that the writers I like should just steer clear of movies altogether.

Do not be fooled. Each one of those films, despite whatever reputation they have, are at least making some small attempt to entertain the audience. For the first hour of The Counselor, I was thinking that maybe the movie was doing some very interesting thing with pacing, the way Bresson's films hold shots just a…

My wife keeps saying that, but I just don't get it.

No one can Hogg these problems, it seems.

Hobbes is such a fluffy rabbit.

LeBouef is the middle-manager overseeing orgasmic achievement quotas.

Haha, like a vagina!!

This movie is a comedy, right? It has to be. This "wins the Internet" today, in all the best and worst connotations that stupid phrase has to offer.

It's loud enough, @avclub-b9a8f4af85454f7c56c06f0a39e7ec23:disqus, but can you explain the joke slower?

To be fair, Titus Andronicus is the best play I've seen where the main female protagonist has her hands and tongue cut off, is brutally raped whilst propped against the corpses of her slain brothers, and spends the rest of the play plaintively bleating as her kinsmen plot revenge.

In the original, Adrian is just so adorkable.

Look, asshole, it seems like the league of descriptivist grammarians have had a backroom conference to make common usage into correct usage, but yer fancy talk hasn't convinced me. "You" are being graduated from high school; that's something the high school is doing to you, not vice versa.

In any field? But, specifically, physics.

I never got my doctorate! *sobs*

Uh, graduated from high school? They don't teach transitive verb forms anymore, I guess.

There's a 666 tat on his neck, covered up by a band-aid.

Sketchy comment/username synergy, here, brahs.

Like…funny ha ha? Sounds more funny funny.

@avclub-d7b683529752a4d24d84c4941861a363:disqus , the "Martin Amis, writer" book is Money. He needed to distinguish himself from John Self.

Agree entirely. The Moronic Inferno has some of the funniest travelogue essays I've ever read (cf. Amis bowing his head with the local Jimmy Falwell supplicants).