In a way, we are all at our own rallies everywhere we are at all times.

In a way, we are all at our own rallies everywhere we are at all times.

Sorry film crit community, but if Walter Hill makes a movie where Michelle Rodriguez plays a dude with fake stache, chest pelt, and pant-hog then that movie becomes automatically review-proof.

This is an unimaginative end-to end edit. These two scenes simply don't cut together. You have to bridge the tone and pace.
Heres how you can do it: so you cut out of Rogue One earlier you and you JUMP to the beginning of ANH. After the Tantive takes that neck blast and is dragged up to be boarded THEN you cut to the…

Since I'm obviously among R.E.M. fans here I'm going to shamelessly drop a piece I wrote a week ago about learning typography from their early album art in the hopes that someone, somewhere will read the fucking thing.
http://decabet.com/our-band…

If this piece makes even one person discover and fall in love with Superstarcarwash it will have all been worth it.

The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man is real!??!?

This is going to be an even harder one to process.

1996 was close to being the worst year of my life.

Stripes when they graduate basic training. I have no interest nor energy to deal with that Czechoslovakia shit.

Very same thing happened to me. It was on cable all the time when I was very, very young (like 4 or 5) and it seeped into my brain and my dreams for years. I was terrified to rewatch it well into adulthood.

You know when I knew they had totally fucked up what should have been (for me and my nostalgic fetishes) an easy slam dunk?
It was during the awards ceremony on the 2nd or 3rd episode when they showed Neil Bogart onscreen and all I could do was wish the camera would disembody and follow him instead since he actually…

Fuckin' My Dinner With Andre man. It's like "DO SOMETHING! FUCK!"

This is wonderful and on par with the great Reed Rothschild's "if movies…films caused violence..we'd be able to wipe out violence tomorrow. Boom. No more films. That's fine with me. I'll find something else to do. I'll fuck on my own time. You know, I got other interests. I'm a magician."

Perhaps the problem is you're full of dick farts.

Yeah but Hanks didn't play in Philadelphia as a stereotypical "swishy queen" and Kilmer didn't do whatever a stereotype of a blind person is…Im assuming selling pencils in a cup and performing Jeff Healey songs.

It was that same Star Wars prequel problem: if nobody sweats, its not really a fight. No one is ever in any real danger. And theres only so many times you can watch these guys stop X guy from getting Z magic bullshit thing that will end the world, even though literally no one including the bad guy would ever really…

I haven't seen the film, but if he swipes from so many other directors doesnt that make up a "style" at that point?
Sure, if you ape one or two styles, that's just biting. But a half dozen of those is how personal style is forged, no?

These posters are dildos

The comedy part would have been better if someone had written some