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More like Paul FART, am I right?

It's so early to even be generating a list like this. It seems so bizarre to include Bird People, a film that no one outside of the AV Club staff has seen, on a list of the best films of the past five years. Let the dust settle, yo.

They could've whittled this down to like 20 or something. I mean the top 100 films of the last five years? They only chose fifty for best films of the '00s.

Haven't seen it. I'm a tad scared.

Old school classic would be Pasolini's The Gospel According to St. Matthew. Beautiful, beautiful stuff, especially considering this is the same guy that directed Salo.

I don't wanna!

The film is good, though nothing to write home about. If you do need to write home though, be sure to include that Neeley and Anderson give two of the best rock vocals on record, because that is certainly a true statement. It's sad those two were never really able to transfer that talent to anything else.

I put off Better Call Saul partially because I was busy and partially because I was scared it would suck. Now I'm happy to fill the many voids in my TV lineup by catching up with this show. Bragging over.

"She died like she lived: surrounded by the people she answered phone calls for."

It was a smart move. It would've been way out of Justified's character to launch into some classical score without working it into the story. These writers are sharp as hell.

This is my life summed up in one post.

Pianist or penis?

The violence-mixed-with-classical-music thing is so cliche by now, but damn it if this show didn't sell the shit out of it. You can't leave, Justified!

It seemed pretty sincere to me, I hate to say. The showrunners appear to be setting up a final confrontation between Raylan and the police force, and man, I was really hoping to avoid that.

And they could do that. The problem with a lot of these recent bakery cases (the Oregon one specifically) is that the folks running these businesses were so self-righteous, they've fought to the point of their own demise to not have to serve them at all.

Seconded on Casimir Pulaski Day, along with The Predatory Wasp, which is so incredibly vague yet seems to evoke something so well-defined and relatable. Both are remarkable examples of lyricism.

I read one of those books as a kid and the only thing I remember about them is that I had a huge crush on the guy who played Alex in the movie (who Google tells me was Alex Pettyfer).

I think the scary part is when you realize you don't even have dreams anymore. Even if I were to get some dream job or dream house or dream salary I'd been longing for, all that results in is the fleeting high of achieving a long-desired goal and then immediately taking that new normal for granted. And then realizing…

Hubbardian Hubbards?