I hope that’s decaf.  Otherwise he’s not going to be able to get to sleep.

Hot take: Clifford is an enervating and exhausting for the soul as watching Human Centipede...2.

The film feels so malevolent that pretending that’s the intended joke seems similarly malevolent. Only if the kid had died and haunted Charles Grodin (or if he had actually murdered Grodin himself) would this be a good take…

It’s not an objective fact, but yeah, that’s the impression that I get.

“In Hollywood, they won’t have an actor come in and read [anymore]. They’ll look and see how many followers they have.”

Rewatched this movie last week and it 100% holds up. I laughed, I swooned over Paul Rudd, and I had a grin on my face the entire time.

This story was so fucking well written and well reported. Really one of the best pieces of journalism I’ve read in a while and perhaps one of the best illustrations of what the pandemics is doing to the day to day lives of Americans — and the wide gulf between the impact on quality of life.

Here’s some money. Go see a Star War.

Any time someone says “to make a long story short”, I have to fight the urge to say “too late.”

A butcher’s trick to move product that’s nearing its “best before” date is to slather the meat in sauce and spices and then pack and sell it as “marinated”. Hides any potential off-taste or coloring.

You could say the same thing about John Carpenter. They Live is simultaneously a brilliant skewering of consumer capitalism and a total embodiment of its ethos. But that’s pop art for you: it blurs the line between critique and homage until they’re indistinguishable.

Starship Troopers is an amazing movie, David Roth is an incredible writer and Great Hills Partners are among the biggest group of fart-huffing, self-satisfied morons in a fetid sea of private equity vultures.

Somehow I’ve completely missed this game before, but the raw enthusiasm on display here has got my attention. One question:

There’s a story I’ve heard a few entertainment industry people tell at this point about Cruise being invited to a Super Bowl party. On the day of, the dude showed up with...a football.

I imagine directing and acting at the same time is a massive pain in the ass that he doesn’t want to deal with, and he’s definitely got directors he’s extremely comfortable with - like Christopher McQuarrie - so he kinda doesn’t need the extra hassle that comes with being the named director.

He tries superhard to be a nice person.

You won’t walk away feeling despondent about humanity. But there’s just a whole lot of needless plot-device death, including of children. It also takes itself soooo seriously. The main character, Aiden, is some extremely boring modern, cut-rate, techno-noir Batman figure whose only redeeming quality is a really,…

Yes! It’s a completely different vocabulary. Yet when I hear the word “fatty” to describe a cucumber, it’s surprising to realize that I actually understand and agree with that. 

Of course I agree that the dishes are done, but this film also had one of the most successful product placements ever, at least in my family. Mama Celeste Face Up? Mama Celeste Face Down? We trusted her with some big decisions.

For some unknowable reason, Jay Z and Beyoncé like to collect the affections of painfully lame white people

God, this movie was fucking horrifying.  There is never anything not creepy about adults playing little kids.