Which way to the Dawg Pound?

I saw this the year after it came out on Cinemax (a recurring trend for me with these movies as of late) and was blown away by how funny Rip Torn was. That I had never heard of him before baffled me.

Downvotes are in the Book of Life.

I always liked how he ended up investing in cows (?) instead of Casio. Nothing like the reality of how shortsightedness can have such an impact. That and hoof and mouth disease.

The Past Lives Pavilion. Great scene.

Yeah, I like how we get some unrelated back story about how her heart stopped for 43 minutes and it's an inoperable situation and THAT'S why she has to have a window seat. But…I don't care about that. What the hell does she do for a living?

"I recall the One Direction movie getting a B also, but having not seen the film, how can I pass judgment?"

Because when ice breaks up, it sinks. This is a highly underrated type of imagination and plot that Hollywood just needs to utilize more often.

And here I was hoping that Sack Lunch was finally made into a film.

Not quite as good as gold for kids.

It's surprisingly not bad. Just saw it and it's actually pretty tight for the kind of movie it is. I thought it was a lot longer than it was (I was sure it was over two hours, but I think that's because there's like 20 minutes of previews anymore) and in retrospect those 106 minutes go by pretty quickly. Keeping…

Bonus points for using effacious effectively.

…that lifts weights.

Considering how many I've dated/known, that answer is still up in the air. Still kills me that I had the perfect mix of great sex and conversation but I alone ruined it by moving. And we had no real relationship outside of that. Late 20s self still kicking late 30s self to the curb on that one.

Being smart also helps. Funny how girls will actually gravitate towards guys that know something other than sports and how big their dick is.

Just my two cents, but confidence goes a long way as well. I was a pretty depressed guy most of my 20s and while it didn't hinder my sex life, just having the air, even if its complete BS, that you know who you are and have no qualms about it speak volumes in body language and persona.

I'm not seeing Manic Pixie Dream Girl anywhere…including my life.

Hookers?

Aren't those endangered or something?

When I lived in Pittsburgh there was a local bar that would have White Trash Wednesdays. 50 cent PBR cans, and everyone and anyone's local band would play. It was a great time, most of us who managed to get seats at the bar would build pyramids of empties, but this was also 2003.