George Orwell. But yes.

True, but he [Sapochnik] was also a co-producer by then. 

I’ve never liked a single film by Jarmusch, and find his later ones well-nigh insufferable. (“Oh, let’s halt this already-punishingly-slow scene for a few minutes while I play you a song I think is cool . . . You won’t have heard it, of course.”) He’s become an affectation of an affectation.

[long shot of Rambo being set-upon by gang-members]

Hopefully this may lead people to The Book Group, Annie Griffin’s little-seen Channel 4 comedy from 2002. It’s superb, and Rory McCann is fantastic in it. (As are Michelle Gomez and Derek Riddell and . . . well, all of them, really. It’s just a terrific show.)

Yep.

Saw Sleater-Kinney there and they were terrific; that’s my only other Palladium experience. But The National were not – and Berninger in particular was kind of intolerable. Two songs in, my wife said to me, ‘Wow, he’s really leaning into that whole “Brooklyn Douchebag” thing, huh?’

That at the Palladium in Los Angeles? Because that was my experience, too. They were rubbish.

That’ll show ‘em!

For me, the fact that Juliette Binoche’s character is having an affair with Vincent Macaigne’s, makes this Assayas’s first SF movie.

My heart leapt when I read “whatever has happened is serious enough that he has not been able to make it.” Sadly, upon closer inspection, he’s still alive.

‘Another soldier for the fight for truth.’ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

It’s clearly the best decision. We wouldn’t want anything to tarnish the memory of Woodstock ’99.

I know what you mean, and I mostly agree. In these guys’ defense, however, I would just say that, having observed at close quarters the kind of journalists who do these junkets – and their combination of fanboy obsequiousness, faux-insider over-familiarity, merch- and freebie-hungry greed (many of them stuffing their…

I had one, as part of my mission to sample every American burger’s chain wares at least once while I live here. My cheeseburger was so disgracefully sub-par I abandoned it halfway through.

Henri-Georges Clouzot slapped Brigitte Bardot to get her to emote ‘correctly’ for a scene in La Verité. Man the fuck up, Patz.

Great. Now I have to change my shirt.

Sure, but he could also comment as . . . I dunno, FartMuncher82 or something. On an internet of anonymous bomb-throwing, I respect anyone who holds themselves publicly accountable for the opinions they espouse.

Respect to you, though, for posting under your real name. We’re a brave few.

You’re clearly very invested in making this case. I happen to disagree – charitably, I could say that Whedon maybe inclines to a more Bryan Hitch aesthetic, which satisfies what you personally desire from a comic-book movie – but really, who gives a shit? You prefer ‘Age of Ultron’; I prefer ‘Infinity War’ . . . ultima…