This movie's awesome! I caught it at a film festival a couple months ago. It actually made me long for the sleazy '70s.

Maybe 1968? Winner: Oliver! Nominees: Romeo & Juliet, Funny Girl, The Lion in Winter, Rachel Rachel. Not nominated: 2001, Planet of the Apes, Rosemary's Baby, Faces.

Funny, this doesn't read like a C+ review. More like a B.

"Shit guys, we have to go back, I forgot my sunglasses!"

Just pair him up with Rico Rodriguez from Modern Family and you've got the #1 movie of 2017.

I just realized that Aubrey Plaza looks a bit like Natalie Wood, and since Plaza is legitimately Puerto Rican, I now want to see her play Maria in West Side Story.

Google photos of them at SiriusXM. The last 35 years have been surprisingly kind to them. Nina looks nutty, of course, but that's cool.

"Cool" was kind of a fluid term in 1981.

"Blood has been shed, Gary."
"What the heck do ya mean?"
"One woman in Rock Creek Park is dead."
"Oh jeez!"

It was actually Baskin-Robbins. Customers kept taunting Condit with orders for the Chandra Chip and Levy Potion #31 flavors and he fucking lost it.

They only advertise them that way in LA and NY. 4 screens at Xmas vs. 3,500+ screens two weeks later… They're only December releases in terms of Oscar eligibility. For the rest of us, they're January releases.

A character having 23 personalities might count as "contrivance".

To be fair, a lot of Oscar bait films go wide in January – The Revenant, American Sniper, etc. Though this is probably not one of those films.

I used to think a viable multi-party system would be great for America, but I've changed my mind. Basically because we don't have a parliamentary democracy, in which every party can be represented based on their vote. (Greens get 5% of the vote = Greens get 5% presence in government.) In our vote-for-the-individual,…

The audience's uproarious laughter at everybody except Adam Sandler has put a little spring in my step today.

I try to picture how Randy Quaid eats these days, since man must eat, and can only conjure up images of him sitting by a meager fire in some post-apocalyptic wasteland, rapidly shoveling food into his mouth out of a tin can.

Blessed be the fruit.

I always thought it was Christine McVie sneezing.

Uncle Walt must be spinning in his cryogenic chamber.

"apparently has had some health concerns."