That's… not good.

I despise Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (and don't like The Hours or The Reader at all), but I guess his direction isn't technically the problem with it. I'm gonna have to wait and see if Ewan comes back; if not, this can go fuck off in so many ways.

I think it's still inexplicably this comment I made in the style of Andy Rooney, made soon after the emergence of First Disqus. I have to assume everybody was still getting used to the likes, so 319 people decided to test it out on this.

Original Prankster.

And I'm getting sent a signed (by both Soderbergh and Chan-fried Po-Taters) Logan Lucky poster for participating in the Soderbergh reddit AMA. reddit is good now, actually.

I celebrated Logan Lucky Eve as is customary, by rewatching 20th Century Women with commentary and coming close to tears thinking about the Buzzcocks' "Why Can't I Touch It?".

They're probably somewhere near the middle or bottom of the top ten.

Happy Logan Lucky Day to all!

I have a lot of problems with 8 Mile (a big one rhymes with Schmim Schmasinger), but it nails the climax.

I show those rankings fuckin' total disregard! Fuckin' total disregard!

I feel this is a safe spot to say that I think Full Frontal is really good. Just the Nicky Katt parts alone would seem to elevate it above its status as the no-brainer pick for his worst, but apparently no one else feels that way.

He and Scott Z. Burns would absolutely be the only people I would trust with a Scaramucci movie.

If McG made goddamn Schizopolis, I would be rooting for him all the way.

I don't mind Cody Horn in it, but man, Alex Pettyfer is really no good in it. He's just lucky his character is supposed to be an aloof dick, otherwise he'd stink it up even worse.

I'll admit I might be part of that backlash (it's last in my Soderbergh ranking, which just means I like it a lot instead of loving it), but I totally agree on the performances, especially Finney (the way he literally prances off-screen after he gives his big final line is a thing of beauty).

The Narrator is that I'm here. This is the one time my refusal to dignify Great Job, Internet! bites me in the ass.

I think about The Informant! pretty much every day of this administration.

Obviously, the Informant!-esque mixture of both.

I literally just got done rewatching it, and man, for all the complaints it and Soderbergh get for being too cold or whatever, that is just a fucking emotional bulldozer. And it has one of my favorite scores of all time.

Counterpoint: Tarkovsky probably didn't even think of putting an Insane Clown Posse song in his movie.