From John Glen to John Glen (to John Glen to John Glen to John Glen)...

Yes, the worst thing anyone can do is kill someone famous. There should absolutely be different parole standards for high profile celebrity murderers. 

“...it is, to say the least, embarrassing.”

And the great thing about actual dog whistles is you can hear whatever you want to because you’re not really hearing anything.

There’s not enough to Sweet Home Alabama for it to be co-written. It’s barely written.

I love the final scene of Barton Fink so much. It’s brilliantly dumb. 

So let me see if I understand this: It’s never appropriate to use this word, even in the context of telling a story about somebody else, and you have illustrated this by using this word in the context of telling a story about somebody else.

I saw the header image, and I had to go to IMDb to figure out why it jumped out at me so much...

Seriously though, as reboots go, it’s far from the worst idea, right? Progressive crusader journalist going to work for her fatcat father’s glossy, regressive ‘womens’ magazine? All the principles should be available, and maybe this time they could actually engage with that angle rather than blow it off and make her a…

Actually, I’m pretty sure he’s committed to the Just Shoot Me reboot. I think they’re just waiting for David Spade to finish shooting the latest Adam Sandler Netflix content, and once he’s back from Aruba, they’ll be ready to go. 

Well, I’m convinced.

Only New York-style folded pizza.

He didn’t have this convenient “other”ness to offload the abuse onto. 

Oh, and by the way Madonna, maybe the skepticism of these French producers wasn’t really about a “skinny-ass white girl” doing ‘Natural Woman,’ seeing as it was originally written and performed by renowned, preeminent skinny-ass white girl Carole King.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw Madonna make something all about herself. At the time I was doing something I like to do, interesting only to me as it relates to my life and the things that I do for my gratification, and in no way applies to anyone else’s story or journey, when I suddenly wondered, “Hey, what…

Poor Gail.  He picked the wrong men to fall in love with.

You seem to be missing the standard “this article contains graphic descriptions of sexual assault” disclaimer. Curious.

Counterpoint: It’s a perfectly pleasant film. Yeah, the jokes are pretty dumb and obvious, but it’s got a congenial energy to it, and the cast is game and appealing. And as for it being “75% gay panic jokes,” pardon me while I execute a Liz Lemon-style epic eyeroll for the ages. I mean, I guess not wanting to get…

Given that Rocksteady has been called out here a couple of times, I’ll give props to her cover of Elton John’s Border Song (Holy Moses).  She sells the gospel of it a little better than Reginald did.

I’m going to split the difference here and say ones appreciation for Bottle Rocket might vary greatly dependent on familiarity with the Wes Anderson style and the Owen Wilson persona. It was my first exposure to both when I saw it, and consequently they hit me almost like a revelation and I thought it was a pure…