There hasn’t been a good anything version.

Bill Murray did not though .

so you’re saying just a four-minute ovation at cannes 

if you’re a kid and you’ve only seen 6 movies, sure.

So it’s not as good as the one made by the Coen Brothers?

I expect he thought that his money meant everything would turn out to his liking, in the manner he’s accustomed.

“The documents state Curry broke his fibula and tore the ankle ligament in his right leg.” Which—and we are not saying this in any kind of legally binding or accusatory way—does sound like the sort of thing we have seen happen many, many times on TV shows produced and masterminded by Johnny Knoxville.”

That’s a twatty…

And yet even if I choose to look at it your way, it’s still arguably more an incredible movie than not.

All of the sequels are about Max showing up, getting swept into a story bigger than himself, and then leaving when it’s all over as other characters get actual conclusions. Mad Max hasn’t been about Max since the 70s, he’s just the mythical figure through which these stories about the wasteland are told.

Max has been a supporting character through most of the films. Mad Max 2 is more about Pappagallo survivors. Beyond Thunderdome focuses more on Aunty Entity and the tribal children. Max is just sort of there.

My primary memory of this movie is of walking out feeling depressed but also annoyed at having my own angst packaged and sold back to me. I expressed my dislike of the experience to my friend, who took it very personally and accused me of “artistic fascism.” We probably had a conversation on the way home about which…

You know that old joke where Bono slow claps his hands at a gig and says “every time I clap my hands, a child dies of starvation”, and some wag in the audience says “stop clapping, you fucker”?

The “I like it” or “is it good” is totally unimportant in some pieces

“Thor? I could hardly thit! The Hemsworth Tales”

“To say whether I “liked” Megalopolis does its endeavors injustice”.

Yeah. I’ll be different and say I enjoyed the hell out of reading this review. Frankly, from what I have heard about the film, this review captures the tone and content of its subject far better than any AVC piece since Dowd was still writing here. It’s hella more entertaining than the soulless recaps I’ve resigned…

He’s Australian. We have pretty good bullshit-o-meters for this sort of thing.

checks calendar Ah, it’s time for two weeks of complaining about the Cannes standing ovations while reporting on each and every one of ‘em

Brutal to have to read an article referring to one person as “they” multiple times.

It’s attached to Bam Margera.