But you'll never sit next to him on a plane, cause Southwest will always charge him for two seats. [/2010]

More shandy for me then. I wasn't too hot on the Autocrat stout. But I may be prejudiced against it because it replaced the amazing Porter they did in the winter until last year. That thing was delicious, 8% ABV, and you could find six-packs of 16 oz cans for $8 no problem.

My college had a local access channel that was mostly used for broadcasting repeats of visiting speakers and questionably legal airings of movies.

Friends, I must tell you of a savior, a savior of the spirits, who came to us from the Northeast, born of the humble brewery of Narragansett. He is begotten of the line of Del's lemonade and cheap Narragansett beer, brought here to reign as lord of summer on earth, and shall be seated on the right hand of refreshing.…

*Ahem* In that last example, the subject of the sentence is the noun clause "Calling Honduras a minnow", not "Honduras." So his use of the singular verb is still consistent/correct.

…No? Soccer's definitely one of the more gender inclusive sports in the US, but I don't think it's ever really considered a "girl's game." I think there is a tendency for boys to drop soccer as they get older, but that's because they usually gain a lot more options for sports than girls.

Frankie Muniz is now 28. 11 years older than Maisie Williams. Teenage consumption of alcohol might be the least of that pairing's problems.

Personally I think Maisie Williams looks like a tiny Myrna Loy, which is significantly more laudatory.

The problem with Garance's personality is that it's not quite as "out there" as a lot of historical courtesans/figure. Lola Montes storms in on Kings and barons to make her point heard. Garance is mostly internal, waiting for the men to come to her.

Well, again, you now have the pleasure of calling all those people idiots for not only refusing to give a great film a chance, but for also having an incomplete understanding of the criticism that inspired their knee-jerk reaction.

I'm too young to remember those times, but my understanding was that a lot of Carne and Clair-hate was fueled by misreadings of French New Wave criticism, or a simple lack of full translations. Truffaut trashed some of Carne's later films, but Children of Paradise was nearly always spared as an exception.

This is a problem though. She's best appreciated as an abstraction, but there's still a surface-level plot of romantic entanglement going on, and it's understandable that viewers scratch their heads and say, "Her?"

In his defense, I'm pretty sure Maria Casares (Nathalie) has been proven objectively far hotter than Arletty in a series of peer-reviewed experiments.

I'm a big fan of the film, but my favorite things seem to be the opposite of the reviewer's above. Carne's direction is great and fluid, but Baptiste is a tad boring, particularly in Pierrot mode. Barrault works best out of make-up, giving just enough edge to the moon-eyed idealist without becoming unsympathetic. As a…

Those are still effects. They cost money.

For me it seems like Marcus wish fulfillment, not tragedy. Guy would rather die to prove his love than to actually face the possibility that his love is unrequited or just not meant to be.

The best is definitely Family though. The problem with Chain is that of all of Picard's traumatic breakings, it's the one whose after-effects get swept under the rug. The writers do a decent job within the constraints of TNG's episodic structure of bringing back Picard's fear of/anger at the Borg, his Inner Light…

But you could just show Clarke's computer screen with "Activating Program Scorched Earth… Countdown…" It's a cliche, but so is the Big Bad hitting the self-destruct button.

The one moment we do kinda get with Clarke is indeed pretty awful.

Are these spambots supposed to be read in same sort of faux-British/Michael Caine/Eliza Doolittle voice? Cause how else do you explain "bourt a gorgeous Ford"?