I struggle with Metallica. They deserve every accolade they get and are clearly one of the great rock bands, but I can never hear their music on its own terms.

Ah, good point. If everything is racist, then I guess nothing is. Racism isn't a problem anymore!

Have you seen Trump's cabinet picks? It's fine… nay, necessary! to be nauseated by the elevation of racists.

I'd buy that for a dollar.

The scene where he's in the bath and Paul Schneider threatens him is the best.

Like the hard men of the Northeastern states, bots like Gina may also have operatic inner lives.

How about Dheepan?

I think you mean "isn't?" As in:

Oh man! The evolution of that tasty metal riff in the second half of "Saint Matthew" still gives me goosebumps. I occasionally back that section up and replay it over and over, like a hip-hop DJ reloading breaks.

They just weren't into Anton Chigurh that much.

Whew! I was worried you guys weren't going to run one of these this year. I love this feature… I went back and read the Eli Roth and Brendon Small entries again on Friday just in case. I'll revisit the Edgar Wright one later today. I remember there being some gems in there.

Actually, I suppose it's a little strange that he looks exactly like the virtual version that appears in Cooper's melting brain.

I don't think we should get too hung up on the details of the game he was meant to be testing. Didn't his brain get fried before the thing was fully up and running? Perhaps the wack-a-mole scenario was the game's way of easing him in and everything that happened in the tenths of a second afterward was the meltdown. We…

But Shou, ahem, shows up at the end when they're zipping up the body bag, no?

I was babysitting once and they showed that scene in an ad for the movie on HBO. It ruined my night.

I was hoping someone here would say that.

This should really have touched on Thin Red Line. He's a beast in that,
and surely any Terrence Malick stories he has would be worth hearing.

I hereby issue the rarest of comment section commodities: an apology.

"Over the course of three decades as a filmmaker, he’s worked with a wide variety of musicians: John Lurie, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Joe Strummer, Tom Waits, Neil Young, Jack White and Meg White, GZA and RZA, and on and on."

Actually, it's "homing." Like a homing pigeon, which has destination in mind and works to get there. "Honing" means "sharpening" or, metaphorically, "perfecting."