I'm from Brooklyn, wasn't even born here, and have met precisely no Lutherans that I know of; and even I think no educated American has any business missing that one about the Dakotas.

Holy shit! I never heard of that but I just Googled it.

It looks like a cheesy piece of shit! I have watched maybe five pieces of gay cinema in my entire life, none of which really matched it per se, and I already feel like I've seen this film a thousand times.

A rough but tender Kevin Spacey-DJ Qualls erotic adventure! Up till now I've always identified as straight…but come on; no one's that straight.

Huh. I guess I don't recall Bullworth making enough of a distinction between pop-color black culture and actual black culture; without that distinction, of course, it becomes yet another "Black folks are so damn real" story—worst of all, one that takes its message seriously, unlike the Bringing Down the Houses of the…

Meh. I would not have used that phrase myself, but there are many “orthogonal axes” of realism, if you will. Like you might say that Battlestar Galactica (the reboot, not the original) is more “realistic” than Little House on the Prairie (the show, not the book); and someone else might say, “What do you mean? They're…

Where did he show off his body? I don't recall anything more revealing than the tank top in "Let he who is without sin." And if I remember right, he made DJ Qualls look like Lou Ferrigno.

I had no idea he wasn't a Muslim, which he seems to suggest here. Has anyone heard anything about this before?

The A.V. Club

I didn't really get that. But it may well just be me.

There's certainly a case to be made against Carson. And I'm always glad to see someone taking on sacred cows/nostalgia magnets in a way that avoids provocative-for-its-own-sake contrarianism. But I think your focus on breaking reveals that you may not be arguing on the same page as Carson's defenders.