That bit where he tries to pick up the locket is legitimately heartbreaking, in a similar sense to the scene of Ben Grimm being unable to pick up the engagement ring being just about the only good bit in Fantastic Four.

SOOOO good.

I base all my questions to anyone on what I think Nunez would like to know.

People talked about it plenty on the first day, but there's only so many times you can say, "Oh, you thought it sucked, too?" before you lose interest in the discussion.

God is keeping score.

NO I CAN'T.

Didn't I read somewhere or see on the Daily Show or something where North Korea is actually claiming that Kim Jong-Un doesn't defecate?

And how!

I find the Christian Rights embrace of Kevin Sorbo astounding, considering that he publicly indulged in blasphemy for FIVE YEARS.

Exactly. We're all, "Yeah, yeah…we're ALL gonna die. Why let it ruin a good meal?"

But most of all, it holds out the hope to Christians that all those years of feeling superior will finally pay off in a real, tangible way that everyone can see, providing them with the opportunity to shout down to all the heathen, "See?! I really WAS better than you, all along!" as they drift skyward towards heaven.

I found it hilarious!

I'm looking forward to seeing Battle of Five Armies, and thus have no need of your comments. But thanks for offering!

I would disagree that it's obvious, but I believe you're correct.

Yes, Christie was unfortunately found of the phrase "nigger in the woodpile". It appears in several of her books. Still doesn't make me cringe as much as the bit in Death in the Air, where two of her characters discuss their mutual dislike of "negroes", for some reason.

Saw it in London about 20 years ago…I thought it was great!

"Gas!"
"I can't help it, I'm old."
"Not that gas! The kind that kills!"
"Sometimes MY gas.."

I love British drawing-room mysteries, and Agatha Christie's most of all. I re-read Murder on the Orient Express and And Then There Were None often. But my favorite aside from those is Five Little Pigs, which contains what I feel is this truly magnificent bit of dialogue between Poirot and one of his suspects:

…thanks?

How quickly we forget The Incredible Hulk.