That’s fucking eerie, man.

It’s like the gratuitous shirtless shot in Argo.  Directorial self-love.

Aber “carmel,” though.  Schlimm.

It’s kind of insane how good this show is. I can only stomach the heavy themes and the characters’ problems because of the endless stream of amazing visual and verbal jokes. It’s such a great combination.

Ranks low on the list of problematic incidents and behaviors, so that’s comforting.

DVDs only from now on, I’ve had enough of all this uncertainty.  

*shudder*

I saw this with my kids, knowing almost nothing about it beforehand, and it was delightful—they loved it. It also made a great case for violin lessons and diligent practice. But I came out with a slightly queasy feeling. I didn’t notice the map, but (spoiler alert that nobody will care about) Mount Everest is central…

= the internet

Not enough Charlie Kaufman in your takeaway.

Same, can’t wait!

But what a bottle!

throes.  sorry.

Not me, I really like his intros.  

As with the work of David Foster Wallace, I like her nonfiction a lot better than her fiction. The problem with fiction writers bursting with crackling intelligence is that their ambitions often take their work far beyond (or short of) what I’m looking for in fiction. Ideas and experiments at the expense of plot,…

She’s awesome and I revere the body of work she’s created at a still-young age. But your comment made me wonder whether men ever get called treasures. I can’t remember an instance of it.

I can see how that must have been frustrating. But there’s always the chance they’ll redeem themselves with a fourth, more vampire-focused movie.

Who’s offering free medical care?  Real question.

Night at the Roxbury was a nice little movie.  I can’t imagine how this one could come close.

It’s eerie.  He still doesn’t look old enough to play the older version of his character in Back to the Future.