Yah, but the specificity. New York. Early-mid 20th century. Movie theater. Mind control that turns the patrons on each other.

So...nobody is going to mention the thing in Agent Carter season 1 where the bad guys released mind-control gas in a theater that made the audience turn on and kill each other?

“Ivchenko hypnotizes Dooley and has him steal one of Stark’s weapons from the SSR’s labs: a gas cylinder that Underwood and Ivchenko activate…

“Got my beach planet, got my bitches, got my bandolier of high-quality vibratiors...”

It’s “intense porpoises”.

So...they gave Lars Von Trier a Star War?

WHERECANIWATCHTHIS?????

Let me be the first to say I only ever read Playboy for the cartoons.

Man, know thyself.

More of a “hip-hopera”, if you will.

Oh great. Now my town will be filled with garbage people this Sunday.

...even more than usual.

Welp. I bought exactly zero of those.

I got some Black Keys, Father John Misty and Windhand for this last tenner. Not a lot else, aside from the odd CD I’d buy at a merch table when a club band did something interesting.

Mind you, this last 10 years I have voraciously downloaded old music, from obscure seventies hard…

Psychologically damaging porn, witchcraft and hallucinogens?

Yeah, but EVERYTHING except witchcraft and hallucinogens is facism to Moore.

He’s the sort of person who doesn’t believe any sort of compromised good guy can even exist.

I love his writing, but Moore needs to understand that not everything after the age of 15 is weird sex mixed with psychosis.

...imagine his critique of roller coasters or dogs.

It’s not a “D”, it’s “Save me ;D”, because Veidt is a saucy lad.

I kind of thought the Social Network was garbage...and I like Fincher.

Part of it was just my annoyance that its narrative is purely bullshit...MySpace should have been mentioned every other word (I know they mention it, like, once, but come on). The film essentially makes it sound like they created FB in a vacuum…

I thought it was...fine?

I remember some parts of it I think.

As were her nipples.

Yah this. It was like, before the seventies, the “career” woman was expected to be a bit more frumpy and all...sort of that women who worked couldn’t also be sexual. That’s why it was always like:”Why, without those glasses and with your hair down, you’re actually *gasp* attractive!”

Oooh. The fortress of solitude!

That confirms the existence of the SUPERMAN, Doc Savage.

I wonder if they will meet him...like, if he’ll be all:”What are y’all ladies doin’ up in my fortress of solitude, my arctic lair that was definitely not stolen by DC comics at some point, along with other stuff and things?”

Screw you. Fantasy Man was great.