Beethoven's Große Fuge.

…but I didn't cheer. I stood right up and started shouting: "This isn't what happened last week! Have you all got amnesia?! They just cheated us! This isn't fair! HE DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE COCK-A-DOODIE CAR!!!"

Badlands.

The Thin Red Line, minus godawful rambling voiceovers, equals greatest movie ever made.

You're doing it wrong!

So abstract art is primarily "good" by virtue of its creator being non-white or a woman? Whether their artwork was rejected on those grounds by curators is irrelevant to judging the merits of the artwork itself. Then again, there are no real standards by which to judge abstract art, so resorting to condescension by…

It wasn't Walt's death I had a problem with. It was the unremarkable
execution. More than anything, I felt it kind of betrayed Walt's arc up
to that point. He was an antihero up until that last hour. There was a
kind of a smugness to his victory - despite dying, it really was almost triumphant - as if Gilligan had…

The finale of Breaking Bad.

The inevitably charged response to this kind of prolonged sneer seems to be what Cameron is counting on, the more virulent the better. It helps to justify her self-pity.

I rewatched Pulp Fiction a few months back, and was mildly taken aback at how poorly it has aged. I find this pretty much goes for all of his work, with the exception of Reservoir Dogs which still manages to retain a weird kind of freshness and spontaneity, and Jackie Brown, which is just awesome.

The A.V. Club

James Fucking Ellroy!

Well this is embarrassing. I first saw Cary Elwes in Bram Stoker's Dracula and thought "shit, another American's lame attempt at an English accent". Maybe it was Keanu and Winona that threw me off.