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Ack, really?! He was an ugly ignorant little midget-man with nothing but jailhouse cunning.

Is anyone planning on seeing this thing? Anyone in the world?

One of the best things about IX was how in virtually every scene Kirk is either injured or showing the bruises and scrapes from a previous injury, most of them comical in nature. Pine's Kirk just keeps getting the shit knocked out of him over and over.

It's junk, but it's tasty junk, and everyone in it looks like they're having a hell of a lot of fun—Chris Pine in particular. He does a kind of parody of a young psycho Brad Pitt and he's hysterical.

The numbers may have changed; but decades ago, the last time I SAW some relevant numbers, around 80% of African Americans still resided in the South.
In the North, Midwest and West POC tended to be concentrated in urban areas and not many lived anywhere else.
One hopes that there's been a bit of "spread" since the

From what I've read, Turner and his group only killed slaveowners (and, yes, their children). When they passed the homes of whites who were not slaveowners, they'd take supplies and the like but did no harm to the people.

Dayum.

"another 'Kill Whitey' gorefest"? WTF is ole Abe talking about?
It often embarrasses me to be the same race as these frightened fools.

Not as good as the "Uptown Funk" ones.

I have upvoted this statement, with the caveat that Dr. Seuss always followed the rules of grammar and would probably be insulted by the comparison.

Not alone, my dear. Not alone.

Will you marry me?

The Silence of the Lambs is a masterpiece of a novel. The film adaptation's greatness comes from the fact that it follows the novel as faithfully as it can.

The Shining sucked from beginning to end, it is the worst production that anyone involved has ever committed to film, and for some reason to this day no one wants to admit it. It's a shitty movie.

The (very short) scene where Fr. Damien is listening to the tape recording backwards is still very creepy/chilling, at least to me.

Very nicely put.
The ending is, of course, pure corn syrup; but as Stephen King pointed out years ago, if you love horror movies you learn to tolerate the shitty endings—most horror movies have ludicrously terrible endings.
I'd just like to add that I've never been more terrified while sitting on my own fucking couch in

She's thinking of suburban pets. Vet School starts you on farm animals. And you have to stick your whole arm up a cow's behind.
OTOH, people who masturbate pigs make seriously good money. 'Course there's carpal tunnel syndrome to worry about, too. It's kind of a trade-off.

And people used to make fun of Skeet Ulrich's name. Hmph.

I like JCO, but I like that catty quote, too. There's some truth to it, after all…