You guys have an awful low bar for enjoyment if you're anticipating 38 movies next year. I don't think there were 38 movies worth anticipating in 1975! MAYBE in 1939.

I grew up in Alabama and would always reply, "Oh, fuck you." That's also a wonderful insult.

Let me just say, "Boy, that Wayne Coyne is really bizarre" so he'll feel he's accomplished his mission.

FINALLY, somebody's getting to the bottom of this!

That's weak.

No. It's just you that looks like Elijah Wood in about 20 years.

One of the best movies of the 70s, and that's saying a lot.

Get back to us if a cop plugs you in the back because you're white, Bo.

Steven Soderbergh has a fuck of a lot more free time on his hands than I do.

Is she playing a duck?

Well, President Dump will be repealing that on the first day.

Then I guess I'll just have to not watch some other Ben Affleck movie.

Don't confuse things!

He wasn't "dying." He killed himself.

I think it's great that you can now talk out of your ass when people are expecting you to perform music and the only possible reason is that you're a "tormented genius."

Maybe Larry the Cable Guy can play the spoons.

If he shot an outright drama while framing every image like it's geometry homework it would go right in the toilet.

I usually last about 12 minutes before I start feeling the urge to strangle.

If you win the contest Anderson will let you help him with the protractor while he sets up shots.

Stevie Wonder also took shit when he opened for the Stones.