Nic Cage, Crispin Glover, Michael Shannon, and Eva Green patiently await their turns.

Oh, boy . . . holy crap!

Sean O'Neal for Erotic Punisher-in-Chief

That weird Tarsem Singh movie?

No way, is that true?

It was lame and old news by Monday morning.

Prince and Bruce Springsteen are the only halftime shows that I (a) remember and (b) genuinely enjoyed.

Holy shit, those Ratatat remixes . . . haven't listened to those in years.

Presumably Kaley Cuoco got her husband's permission before signing on for this role.

God stop bragging.

"Come back to a violent, pre-modern Dark Age, before plumbing, hygiene, and the common decency of man"

What a fucking nightmare. This is why I don't leave NYC.

Uh, with Kim Stanley Robinson at 10 and Star Wars at 1, probably like a 3?

In the imaginary movie of my life, the only person who could possibly play the villain would be Michael Ironside circa 1990.

Halfway through Dan Simmons' The Fall of Hyperion. After reading the first one, I've come to the conclusion that the only person who could adapt this series and do it sufficient justice is Darren Aronofsky.

Letting it ride until something embarrassing:

Not married but in a stable, long-lived relationship. The idea of going back to dating sends chills up my spine.

Han Solo lampin' in the Mos Eisley Cantina.

Will we have to thank him for it?

A real confusing movie for a 15-year-old Tjardus absentmindedly flipping around HBO at 3 in the morning.