A sweet, understated romantic comedy about two Korean tourists who meet cute when the collapse of the Twin Towers ruins their sightseeing plans.

I saw McCartney in the mid-'00s. I honestly wasn't expecting much — I was sure it would be fun to sing along to Helter Skelter, and I could cross that "at least one Beatle" box off the list of "musicians I've seen live." Nearly three hours later, the lights went on, and I was still sitting there in the cheap seats as…

Nope — it's "Song to Song," which was shot at the same time as the Christian Bale one, and is considerably worse.

For the decade or so I've been following it, it's really embraced its "Oscar launchpad" reputation. So it's been relatively mainstream for a while. But it's also an almost comically large festival — the first time I went, I couldn't believe how many fucking movies were in the program — so there's all sorts of indie…

I guess I'm gonna have to be that crazed iconoclast who argues that Jennifer Lawrence is a pretty good actor and also a person I find attractive physically.

Being a director/showrunner is a weird gig. I've obviously never done it, but I've at least been adjacent to it, and the job seems to hinge on two essential skills:

True. It doesn't make it any less childish and ultimately pointless. (I know people who've worked for directors who managed to be consistently decent human beings throughout difficult shoots, and I also know people who've worked for directors who go full-Coppola-in-the-Philippines at the first sniff of trouble, and…

I missed it! Because no way in hell was I staying through the credits.

It's actually less dumbfounding than some of what's come before — she wishes everything would return to back to the way it was before she'd made her first wish. It works, she strolls through town happier and wiser, says hello to no-longer-dead casual acquaintances, and then she's abruptly hit by a Hummer. Roll credits.

Then she later calls her wontons "my 'tons." Because she may be an expert in ancient Chinese demonology, but she's also hip and lives in a loft. And the wonton thing is dragged out far longer than you think it'll be. This is an extraordinary movie, is what I'm trying to say.

She says "I'm a slut for wontons." I promise you I'm not kidding. That's an actual line of dialogue in this movie.

Turkey's a little dry… THE TURKEY'S A LITTLE DRY!

Recently rewatched it, and mostly it holds up quite well, but why in fresh hell is that movie over two hours long?

He literally made 100 million dollars for endorsing Vitamin Water. It was one of the savviest deals imaginable — they wanted to pay him a couple thousand for an endorsement, and instead he negotiated for equity in the company, which shortly thereafter sold to Pepsi for four billion dollars. To go from making that much…

Casablancas spent a lot of time, effort, and cocaine to achieve that impression.

I had no idea the Fat Boys made a movie after Krush Groove, much less one that ends with a freeze-frame high-five. That sounds extraordinary.

"Like Dawes, but actually good." should be the pull-quote here.

"He'd steal your girl, then steal your girl's clothes, then go steal someone else's girl wearing your ex-girl's clothes" remains my all-time favorite quote about Prince. Don't think being a ghost would change that.

When I finally got a fake ID at 19, my first liquor store trip involved a six-pack, a bottle of Jack, and a bottle of sweet vermouth, which I bought entirely due to that Groundhog Day scene. That was not a proud moment when I first cracked it and had a glass over ice.

I admit my evidence here is purely anecdotal, but I know two actual couples who got together through Knocked Up-esque circumstances. Neither were quite as physically and professionally mismatched as Heigl and Rogen's characters, but in both cases, a purely casual fling between two very unready-for-parenthood…