Yeah, Carnival’s swerves between horrific expressionism and cheesy middle Americana probably aren’t a deliberate stylistic choice. My theory is: post-David Lynch, its effect on us is such that they might as well be.

Carnival of Souls. Run, don’t walk.

I was prepared to denounce this article as fraudulent if Dead of Night hadn’t made a showing. Well done, McLevy!

So the sunk-cost fallacy DOES have its limits.

After Doug Kenney wrote“Che Guevara’s Bolivian Diaries,” the book should have been closed on the man. Nothing since then has served, or really could serve, to capture Guevara’s essence.

He’s really become a living signal of desperation at the casting-director level.

So, has anyone done any M.R. James-style horrorcore? Suddenly, my life seems incomplete without “Tha Me33otint” on my iTunes.

I have a real-life version of the N. Georgia accent that Andrew Lincoln butchers every weekend (my “can’t” literally rhymes with “paint”), and now I can’t stop wondering how it’d go over in the Highlands.

I don’t wholly disagree. However: a) Hollywood appears to have a systemic problem in which accusations have routinely been muffled or treated as less credible than they are. I believe in the LEGAL presumption of innocence, but if entertainment-industry accusations are now publicly perceived as more credible than other…

I’d buy that for a dollar!

Scarcely my sole takeaway. However, this is one of the rare cases where I could understand a mealymouthed release along the lines of “I am saddened by suchandsuch.” Given the corporate dynamics at work, though, his brother’s announcement reads less as a condemnation of abusive behavior, than as a power play for what’s…

Jesus Christ. When the accused is your own immediate family, I’m gonna give you a pass on ritual public statements denouncing him as a shitheel, okay? If anything, this only leaves Bob looking scummier and more opportunistic.

I absolutely HAVE to see a dramatization of this now.

Yeah. I mean, I’m not saying that successful people can’t also be good people—there are tons of examples. But there are some extraordinarily competitive, dog-eat-dog fields, with a sufficiently toxic culture, where a streak of sociopathy is almost indispensable to making it ... where it’s more the rule than the…

One of the fascinating things about this article is what utterly pitiful specimens its dramatis personae are, almost to a man. A compelling panorama of manhood unattained—failure to launch so profound, one can almost hear the sickening thuds. (And in their own ways, the likes of Bannon and Thiel meet that description…

His head looks like the kind of testicle the doctor would advise removing, just to be on the safe side.

Gross generalization incoming: some of the very personality traits that are helpful in amassing a fortune and climbing to the top of an industry heap ... are much less helpful in wearing one’s success lightly, or in limiting its use to innocuous ends.

It’s only been ten months, but I’d forgotten what natural lickspittles some of these new-minted resisters can be.

[Reaches for hip flask of caninus spiritus]

On the one hand, I remember loving Star Blazers on UHF when I was ten years old. On the other hand, ten-year-olds are notoriously stupid.