Don’t interruptus!

And now his directing career is fucked like a dog in the street.

Actually, Nicholson doesn’t know what’s going on in Chinatown. He thinks he does, but he doesn’t. Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade are often in that same boat. It’s a film noir trope that works really well. It’s a fascinating way to approach a narrative.

Yeah, but at the point that your winning public persona is being demolished and your worldwide popularity (if not outright idolatry) is tumbling because you simply won’t quit with this stuff, it’s gotten awful weird. Bringing it up again and again and again is so counter-productive for her it seems like some kind of…

Seems like she would just...you know...shut the fuck up already. What good is this doing her?

“One of the main characters dies, then he comes back to life again! And a woman gets pregnant from riding a donkey! Who writes this shit?!” (I have to say, I agree with basically everything he said in that clip. Not sure what’s supposed to be so outrageous about it. He doesn’t believe it. I don’t either.)

Thank God they’re prepping a “Red Notice” sequel. It gave me the opportunity to find out that “Red Notice” exists.

Yeah. Someone’s either an idiot or this is A.I...and an idiot.

Exactly. And the article wasn’t praising it anyway. It was saying the movie is certainly as marketable as other things that get released.

Correct. It's a selective bummer version of the same thing.

It just makes him so MAD!!

Actually, they're both pretty damn good.

Its a total fucking bummer. I can’t imagine why anyone would watch it when Get Back is available.

Cancer jumped out of the bushes and nearly cut his head off. But it didn’t actually do it. Some other disease did, and they will one day find it.

They’re trying to figure out who killed him.

Just when he was about to find the real killers, too.

I worked at Kim’s on the corner of St. Mark’s Place and 2nd Avenue in 1991. Mr. Kim was a first-class misogynist dickhead. I quit and walked out on a busy Friday night when there were tons people in the store and he started picking on some of my female co-workers for the umpteenth time. Fuck him. He didn’t know a damn…

Yeah. Masterpieces are kind of fun to re-watch too.

Who could possibly care enough to watch this shit for three hours??

If only they had all been slaughtered on-camera.