Bull fucking shit, no one gets out of Costco without spending a couple hundred bucks and carrying a case of Doritos snack packs that they don’t need. You can’t be a member there and then turn around and say you need to save forty cents on a slice of pizza. You’d just rather accept mediocrity than make any sort of…

Fucking twerp

Gross, all of you. It could be the greatest pizza in the world, you’re still sitting in fucking Costco. The floors are cement and there’s an old man checking receipts like 20 feet away. Calling that a “food court” is like calling a gas station men’s room a wellness center. Jesus Christ, have some respect for…

oh you

Well, that’s what happens when you introduce foreign genres to an audience that can’t handle them.

No wonder he was found guilty, by the looks of that picture one of his lawyers was Richard from Veep

The question I have is: Is this the first time the phrase “You gotta be fucking kidding me” was used as a response to something otherworldly in a film? That alone ought to make this movie canon.

Does this mean you’re pushing liberals away because some happen to disagree with you on this given topic? You fucking moron?

That photo needs King Arthur riding by, with Patsy playing coconut shells  

I too didn’t much like this movie, though not because of an over-clothed Hugh Grant. It just seemed stupid, like Eurotrash sex kitsch. I think Juliette Binoche found her inspiration for the role in a blowup doll. Probably a coping mechanism for having to wade through multiple violent lovemaking scenes with human Slim…

Exactly. The “flood of theories spilling across message boards and comments sections throughout the internet” is actually made up of people’s doomed attempts to make sense of this show. There’s a difference between intriguing ambiguity and narrative incoherence.

apology accepted

I know! Imagine taking that role in The Circle

You don’t have to be such a prickly pear about it, ammo. I may not be much more to you than an avatar and a name but I have real feelings.

Hey comic! Be seeing you!

This is fun but kind of confusing. Why would you call your category of “not blowing doors off at the box office” movies “Kick-Ass”? And why would you name that collection of mostly crap—moneymaking crap, but crap nevertheless—“A National Treasure”? They should switch out those two names. But then I guess that would be…

I for one look forward to the 21st century version of Crash Landing.

Is Westworld back? I hadn’t heard. Gosh, you’d think they might put some marketing behind this show.

Ugh, what an awful pile of music. Though punk covers of Christmas carols are worse.

Just started The Treasure of the Sierra Madre by B. Traven, having fallen in love with his less-ballyhooed Government. Traven reads like the weightier yet more graceful version of what Hemingway spent a lifetime struggling to get right.