"And I wanna eat your cancer/ Then forget you ever mentioned it."

In fairness, that's what's always been wrong with the film industry, just with an interpolation of the word "international".

I think you'd have to be really quite forcefully obtuse to think that being in a wheelchair and having hundreds of people yelling at you to stand up could be anything other than an uncomfortable experience. What I'm saying here is: I admire your determination.

Silly Pipe, it only counts when the drug-taker is poor.

Jamie Lidell slays me: https://www.youtube.com/wat… And Dusty Springfield, obv.

Yeah, get a load of that prick using empathy to put himself in someone else's shoes and work out that a situation which is obviously unpleasant to be in is, in fact, unpleasant to be in.

He's just finished a five-and-a-half hour semi-adaptation of Norman Mailer's Ancient Evenings involving Paul Giamatti playing a pharaoh who wants people to swim a river of shit, or something.

Archie said "limits money" and you read "without money"?

"One dollar, one vote!" - Thomas Friedman, unironically, literally.

This is hard to disagree with. But I'm gonna try!

Didn't it have a lengthy interview with Deepak Chopra? I'm not normally a "one mistake and you're out" guy, but Deepak fuckin' Chopra…

No way would Armond White enjoy The Lego Movie. It got good reviews!

He was in A Prairie Home Companion! Robert Altman's last film! John C Reilly and Woody Harrelson are singing cowboys! Virginia Madsen is the Angel of Death! Lindsay Lohan is perfectly adequate!

Considerately, he only seems to take roles where that face gets beaten quite a lot.

But Gawker have spent so much time and effort exposing the fact that Singer is a gay man who has sex with attractive young men! Does this kind of fearless investigative journalism count for nothing in Obama's America?

LITTLEFINGER: "What happens if I take off the mask? Do you die?"
BANE: "It will be very painful."
LITTLEFINGER: "Not such a big man, eh?"
BANE: "For you".

It's a very artistically productive lunacy, though, and he's aware that he's a strange guy. Miller can't say either of those things.

It was just perplexing. Miller seemed to have no idea how to create a three-dimensional image - I remember one scene where two actors just walked back and forth during a dialogue scene, like it was a school play. And it was such an egregious bastardisation of everything that made the comics joyful, it's actually…

Owen's voiceover sounded like he was trying to choke down a throat-full of bile, which may just be what naturally happens when a talented actor has to read Frank Miller's dialogue, but it worked like a charm.

Tideland is magnificent. The first time, it's an assault. The second time, a relief. The third time, a joy.