Did you listen to "By The Time I Get To Phoenix" by Isaac Hayes as you flew into Phoenix? I've never been, but to me it would feel inappropriate not to.

Watched Darren Aronofsky's Pi, and very much enjoyed it. I know of his work, but previously had never seen any of his movies, save for Requiem For A Dream which me and some friends watched in high school while on a one-act play road-trip, right before bed. That was not a good idea, but this is a digression.

People like you are why executives think they're artists, and why real artists don't get paid enough. Have higher standards, damn it.

Loving how every other line in this promotional video is implicitly "Look! We came up with a new story this time, all right! We're not just going to remake Empire! Trust us this time!"

She was. One of the things about her was she had no real upper limit on how much violence, profanity, and explicit sexual content she would tolerate in a movie, provided there was at least one Irish person on screen at any time. I'm not a cultural anthropologist, so I won't go so far as to suggest that it had anything…

My granny and I had a similar experience with the film In Bruges, except she was the one who was really excited about watching it, and she wouldn't stop talking about it afterward. I guess in retrospect it wasn't at all like your thing.

Eugh.

"Be more specific, Johnny! Which bridge? I don't want to get your mail by accident!"
-Johnny Depp's Aerosmith Cover Bandmate

Ironically, it now looks like his face is about to come off on its own accord.

Otis Redding isn't Cher. His name is Otis Redding, and I congratulate him for outliving Curtis Mayfield, Isaac Hayes, Gil Scott Heron, and Marvin Gaye.

Elijah Otis? The guy who invented and patented the elevator safety break?!

One word for you:

Now I'm picturing some burly guy with a mustache, holding a finger up for silence, putting his clipboard down on the ground, grabbing the tablecloth firmly with both hands, and yanking it off in one swift motion, leaving a bowl of fruit and a lit candelabra undisturbed on the tabletop.

Oh, no. I'm not angry. I wanted someone to do the punchline. It seemed bad form to take all the upvotes by combining two jokes into the same comment.

Thanks for filling in the punchline.

Don't underestimate an installation artist's complete inability to think in practical terms.

A CHINESE WOMAN'S ASS CAN'T MELT STEEL BEAMS!!!

Kudos to the Taiwanese though; being able to tell they're mainlanders from just this shitty security footage has got to be hard.

"Jizz Hands No.17: the greatest surviving piece from the artist's 'Wank' phase. Truly a masterwork of composition. Strokes which have never been equaled, before, or since."

Jizz is played out. Duchamps did jizz over seventy years ago. It's all about smegma now.