His very breath is a poisonous fume! Not one in ten thousand men could do this. It is folly.

Oh, good, it’s a grown up Dad who’s forgotten how to have fun. How fucking novel.

Thanks, Sean, for coming back for this feature. Your picks have always been my favourites.

Kim Carnes sounds like Rod Stewart’s Shop Vac was possessed by the vengeful spirit of a trapped coal miner.

The definitive Mason Verger.

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So, rich, white people are kinda bored?

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The trailer makes it look like the director has never seen a well-composed shot in his life.

That’s No Chance the Janitor, actually. Prospects look grim.

I hope this is good. I couldn’t get through BtBR. It had stunning visuals, but just dragged so much. Atmosphere only gets you so far. Jeremy Schmidt’s score was astonishing, though.

...and lost me at -uccino.

Mom and Dad really fell apart with the details and handling of the Nic Cage midlife crisis, but it was smarter than it had any right to be. Selma Blair brought it.

Like the part where he says he kept anticipating the movie to get more interesting?

Zero-to-holyfuckingpretentious in a mere 31 seconds. Golf clap.

Not according to a scanned inner sleeve (source: Discogs).

He’s got a three point plan for that.

I mean, did you see her debate against Ripley? She really sucked the air out of the room.

He sticks to his guns. And he could never be accused of lacking a spine.

Not this guy!