I saw this once, in the theater, so while I don't remember it very well (due to the passage of time), I do recall that it sucked. Even the idea behind the dragons was intensely lame, rendering them more akin to a sort of winged-fungus with a highly unfortunate environmental impact, rather than a serpentine evil to be…

One can only hope not.

At the risk of sounding like I'm trying too hard to be clever…the author had me at "giant ibexes."

All other factors being equal, I assume men like chicks (and thus that those would be the people they'd characterize as "hot"). And everyone else makes the same assumption, but some people feel the need to pretend that they don't, I guess. I figured you were part of the 97 percent heterosexual majority, and…

"…the bartenders are hot…"

If I could use an old-fashioned cigarette holder without everyone assuming I was a homosexual, I would probably resume smoking cigarettes.

"Broadway Danny Rose" is another that's a little outside his Seinfeldesque milieu.

This article isn't about Black people, however. Its about the 1979 Peter Sellers film, "Being There."

I first saw this movie during its initial cinematic relasese in '79 (at a drive-in, no less), when I was clearly too young to understand it. I watched it a second time about two or three years ago, and I completely agree that the scene, near the beginning of the film, where "Chance" walks through an urban D.C.…

You don't know any of that happened.

I, for one, am glad Dave's replacement will be another White guy.

You just made that name up right now, didn't you?

"…the events of the film will take place 30 years after Star Wars: Episode VI, Return Of The Jedi."

Most fiction seems to be geared towards upper-middle class White women, and their sensibilities. Which interests me not at all. Most guys I know only read non-fiction, and basically regard fiction as being "for women and fags." And I can't say I blame them.

"Her?" Pshaw! I refuse to sully myself by watching a movie about some dweeb who gets a boner for his iPhone, or whatever the Hell that movie is supposed to be about. The fact it exists at all is almost as depressing as the fact Jonah Hill exists. But not quite.

"Nebraska" was great, and I hope Dern gets Best Actor for his performance in it.

I'd like to further note that I never saw "The Social Network." Fincher is one of my favorite directors, but the idea of watching a movie about Ivy leaguers all lying to each other, and stabbing each other in the back, so that one of them can be the sole recipient of the wealth generated by a group project,* sounds…

I don't really understand why anyone would want to make (or see) a movie about Steve Jobs. He strikes me as rather a non-entity. I guess he made a lot of money. Maybe next they'll make a movie about the CEO of U.S. Steel? I hear he's rich too.