Can everyone control their impulses to collectively shit on this film until it’s actually been released?

This is a fantastic movie, and I found it to be a brutally empathetic portrayal of Laura. I hate scenes involving any kind of sexual assault, but the terrible one with Bob/Leland was so squirmy and horrifying and It felt necessary to understanding her character and the movie. I think that made it particularly…

I don’t think so. I think it’s pretty commonly accepted by even the diehard fans that the period where David Lynch wasn’t involved (i.e. after the reveal of the killer and before the finale) was pretty terrible.

The movie is really about understanding Laura and what she’s gone through, and in the end, her triumph.

Bob isn’t a protection Laura created to protect herself, it’s an evil spirit that possesses her father. The show and film may not be clear on a lot of things but it’s...pretty clear on that!

I’m listening to the song right now and I gotta say - This is good pop music.

That was my first thought too, his views of women as utilitarian objects quite fits the misogyny of the gay community (just think women as clothes hangers in fashion).

They also bike the wrong way down one way streets, and have no problem jumping onto the sidewalk when convenient.

They couldnt ask stone to pack on muscle? INTERESTING

There is a “bro-cycle” culture that does cycling advocacy no good. These are the guys who time their runs and sneer at cyclists who actually stop at red lights.

Are those the positions that make you an MRA? Suicide prevention, more equitable education, and adequate access to counseling for rape survivors? I don’t think that’s it. I think what makes you an MRA is the msiguided belief that feminism, which is about correcting gender inequality, is about promoting female…

Progressive. MRA. Pick one.

This just proves what I’ve always believed: bicyclists are history’s greatest monsters.

At first it was so sincere that it was unnerving because I’m not used to that straightfoward honesty and...well... love, as cheesy as it sounds. Then I kept watching and it started to chip away at my personal barriers and cynicism and... I started to get kind of emotional. I don’t know what it is about him. Even as…

I grew up on him and PBS too. Sesame Street in the morning, and Monty Python, or Mystery at night.

I got ripped a new one on here for even mentioning that this remark from Dave was totally fucked up. I’m glad that even he can admit it now.

Someone yelled a mean, fat shaming thing at me from their car two weeks before my wedding. I was walking from the gym, in my gym clothes, to the restaurant where we were having our rehearsal dinner to confirm the menu. I cried for days. My husband was with me. I felt humiliated, as though he maybe hadn’t known that…

Right?

I’d help!