"Given that Saudi Arabia also strictly forbids alcohol, and the other 90 percent of Keith’s discography is about beer, this may be an exceptionally short set."

"Hey, a suicidally depressed person's money is still green, amirite?" -Wayne LaPierre, probably

In a more fun reality, Les would have taken over the "voice of a generation" mantle after Kurt Cobain's death.

Upvote from someone who's had days when the only reason I didn't is because there was nobody else around to feed the cats.

Les Claypool, man!

Aw man…. RIP and thanks for the music.

Which in turn reminds me of David Thewlis talking about shooting the big showdown at the Shrieking Shack in Prisoner of Azkaban. "After the effects and sound guys did their thing, it became a fantastic scene, but when we shot it, it was just me, Gary Oldman, and Alan Rickman pointing sticks at each other and shouting."

If this doofus hasn't heard of Limbo and still felt qualified to make a video on movies with ambiguous endings, then his YouTube credentials need to be revoked post haste.

Puppies got floppy ears.

That's the other distinct possibility, but when I tried writing it out I threw up in my mouth.

Yeah, that sentence is doubly wrong, because (1) the asshole has lived his entire life in a bubble, surrounded by sycophants who unfailingly tell him exactly what he wants to hear, and (2) he's the oldest-looking 70-year-old I've ever seen, and every day he looks worse than he did the day before.

How much more insane could this be?

Now I've got the amusing image of Mike Huckabee and Trump having the world's saddest fistfight after Huck finds out that Trump's been pursuing his daughter.

I sort of measured my development by how many scenes in Raiders I had to cover my eyes for.

The "instruments for operating on mutated women" and the (mercifully) aborted surgery scene stayed with me for days. I love Cronenberg too… shit, I even saw Cosmopolis in the theater.

Courtesy of the guys over at Ruthless Reviews, under the paragraph titled "How Bad Is It Really?":

Then don't watch Colbert's show. Problem solved.

I think my reaction to The Human Centipede really was just, "well, that's probably the best movie anyone could possibly make with that premise."

I got through Blood Meridian, but barely. The description of the guy who gets strung up upside-down over a fire until his brains boil and his head bursts open is easily the most brutal prose I've ever come across.

Exactly my reaction; after it was over, I thought "that was an incredibly intense movie with perfect performances and brilliant writing and directing, and I never, ever want to watch it again."