I look good standing still, clomp around like donkey otherwise.

I met her once. There's nothing quite like meeting a 65+ year old woman who is in better shape than you are to make you regret eating that second donut.

American audiences love their serial killers…but after a while, Kevin Bacon's "I'm feeling this!" face gets a little boring.

Bambi was my first movie in a theater. Bad move. Dumbo was one of the first movies we owned on VCR. Doubly bad move. Hysterical for days.

Grossman (probably writing from experience) writes the perfect description of an up his own ass Ivy Leaguer and his various levels of messed up friends. That kind of young gentleman learns from experience exceedingly slowly. The second and third books are way, way better.

I approve of your existential angst.

Nightcrawler always struck me as a Joy Division/Siouxsie and the Banshees fan. So much angst behind that uni-bang.

the bread sucks but otherwise it's okay. I would rather have a beer with my burger once you start drifting north of $7 though.

I'm a heathen and always ask for them well done. They should be totally crispy AND translucent.

that's 1) really gross and 2) exactly what I thought at first blush.

Jeb's son is actually pretty hot. Can we spare him for aesthetic value?

I thought he was awkward. It's really hard, especially when someone's interviewing you and you're used to being the guy who gets asked like two questions at a press junket, to know if you've gone on too long, or sound like an asshole, or possibly make no sense. Some people are more aware of it than others. Also…

that's what Comic-Con is for

On a film in the early stages of pre-production without a script, it probably wasn't too bad. But the likelihood of this being easy is pretty low. At the very least there was a lot of people yelling at each other and some low level discussion of who to leak what to.

She was the skinny brunette who wasn't Jordana Brewster. Does that help?

Remember when he used to get paid a lot? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Sarah Connors in this is about as intimidating as I am in this. Which is to say not very.

I needed a whiskey to deal with Jack's death. I knew it was coming and yet I couldn't handle it in the slightest.

and there was also a sense of despair. As soon as Jack got involved with the Irish mob (with the world's worst accents btw), he knew that there'd come a day where he was going to lose his son, either by getting killed by those goons, or by being forced into a life of crime that would shatter his son's world. It was…

but if we keep on devaluing human labor, there'll come a price point where people will be on par with robots and with about the same level of rights!