Good. But not Buckules:

I am also on the Sprite train. Fanta fruit twist is also good, and a full English breakfast. And - weirdly - a single pickled onion.

Here's my hubby:

He wrote an incredibly waffly piece for Harper's recently too - purportedly about influences, but actually about how he read a lot of Pynchon as a teenager and ripped it off for a while, but now he has transcended the limitations that keep Thomas Pynchon's work from attaining the brilliance of Franzen. I rolled my…

Bob Dylan is not amused.

You know that bit in The Master where Joaquin Phoenix hallucinates Amy Adams's eyes turning black? Like that, all the time.

It's so strange that we've landed in this era where "I'm being myself!" is cause for praise. Yes, Miley Cyrus, you are Miley Cyrus. You cannot be mistaken for Gerard de Nerval, Annie Oakley, or the tenth-century Viking King Gorm the Aged. Glad we've cleared that up.

Downey Jr apparently got some way into the process when Cuaron realised that he'd just cast Robert Downey Jr in a role where he couldn't improvise. They realised the mistake and split amicably. I love that.

Yeah, that didn't work as parody for me because it would obviously be better than the real thing. Why has nobody in Hollywood noticed his sex appeal yet?

In the battle of the talented shitheels, I'd put Kechiche above von Trier. Kechiche has yet to make anything as unintentionally hilarious as the opening scene of Antichrist.

I never liked Guy Ritchie (even though I find his Sherlock Holmes movies pretty entertaining). He wasn't as obnoxious once he married Madonna, but before he met her pretty much every interview he gave would involve him screaming about how he wasn't no faggot, to the point where it was genuinely impossible not to…

I don't often think about genre, so I'm not sure what kind of movie I'd say someone like Sorrentino does. But backing something as odd and original as Frammartino's Le Quattro Volte takes bags of bravery and vision.

Haha, yeah, women's political issues aren't real political issues. Keep telling yourself that, all the while wondering why your party is tanking.

This is the mightiest gif.

The first question: she is Amanda Palmer, singer-songwriter, former front woman of the Dresden Dolls, wife of Neil Gaiman.

It was interesting the other day, when we were discussing this in Dirt Bag, how many people said Sinead was just looking for attention and brought that incident up as supporting evidence. That's fascinating to me - the idea that we live in a culture so vapid, so devoid of meaning and argument and thought, that people…

When you say Argento "made his own daughter get naked", Rob, that implies it takes some sort of pressure or persuasion to make Asia Argento take her clothes off. I think we all know this isn't the case.

Eh, they've still got Paolo Sorrentino, Michaelangelo Frammartino, Matteo Garrone, the Taviani brothers are still hanging in there... it's not as grim as all that.

I'd say 2000's Sleepless was a brief return to form, though. Briefly gave me some hope that Phantom was just a blip. Alas.

So unlike Argento, that. Normally even his worst movies can at least boast a kick-ass score.