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My favorite Effie Brown story:

I want to know the rate of white men interrupting men of color. I’m sure it’s a problem, but I haven’t seen it discussed.

Watching Matt Damon defend the integrity of the teaching profession is a pretty good palate cleanser (while standing next to his beaming mother - a teacher).

“Seepage from behind the dam” well said. And all too true about hiding America’s ugly past so we can more easily avoid the ugly present.

Whoa... the Uber drivers down under sound insane. You better run; you better take cover.

You don’t need to feed your Jesus statue. He’s already..

Don’t forget the “bad” neighbor was a FILM CRITIC. Subtle!

Haha. Mine has to be when he pitched Lady in the Water to...whichever studio had made all his movies up to that point, I think Warner Bros...and the studio head and him went out to dinner to discuss it...and the studio boss said “Well, we don’t really understand it, but we’ll make it, only instead of the 90 million

Hey, whatever did happen to those “Stand By The President!” people?

One of the things that was most bothersome to me about Lady in the Water (aside from the awful name) was that Shyamalan cast himself as the writer whose works would save the world. That’s a rare level of masturbatory self-regard. It seems like he could have corrected it here by casting himself as the amateur “wannabe

THANK YOU for being the first reviewer I’ve seen to mention the freestyle rapping preteen as a fucking bad thing. I have not seen the movie, nor will I until it’s free (I swore in the theater at the end of The Village to never, ever be duped by that huckster again, and I have not been), but that just sounds terrible.

How do they keep winning if they’re cheating? I mean, explain that to me. Cheating means someone loses. They are so good, that they win even when they cheat. You’re all jealous of this team.

I’d call her a cunt, but she lacks the depth and warmth.

I enjoyed the hell out of this. Also willing to bet that 90% of this dumb idea of theirs can be traced to reading Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age.

Maybe they will die of sipphylis or consumption...you know, for the verisimilitude.

Is he going to ride that Penny Farthing all the way to the artisinal pencil shop in Manhattan, or just to the nearest Wes Andersen diorama-rama?

If these were just a couple of lucky rich people who decided they wanted to live their lives as Victorian-era cosplayers...well, I’d find that odd, but fuck, it’s their time and money and it doesn’t hurt anyone. You want to play dress up with your life and you have the money to do it? God bless.

At least she isn’t allowed to vote.