Nothing against Dicaprio, but I can't imagine how histrionic it would have been if he'd been playing it again. Probably just 30 seconds of pure RAWRHRHRHRH.

The shot used from Private Ryan in this video is fantastic, but the shot that always gets me takes place in the movie about 10 minutes later, as the camera very slowly, almost tenderly zooms into Tom Hanks' eyes and the Williams score strikes up. It's nearly more heartbreaking than any pile of bodies could be. I'm…

Also MUSTANG, everyone, one of the best movies of the year, and also concerning a somewhat literal prison break of trapped girls that is metaphorically against the patriarchy. It was a fucking great movie.

That was my first Oscars; I was 10, and I was hooked. If only something like this happened every year.

Ex Machina wins for having the hippest cast of the year. Everyone is gaga for VIkander, Domhnall Gleeson, and Oscar Isaac right now, and the three of them are having possibly the best year of anyone in the acting business right now.

I felt like he wasn't the weak link in Ex Machina so much as the straight man/audience surrogate; he's written as a more passive, ordinary character and those are always outshone by the louder characters, in this case Ava and Nathan.

No, I got it, dude. Except you said that 30 Rock doesn't feel the need to spell out the joke. The "Two Black Swans" punchline is verbalized at least twice during the episode — it's not hidden at all. So what are you referring to?

What is the joke here, exactly? It's not even using it as a punchline, it's just something passed off as ridiculous, but not racist or offensive. Just another Jenna shenanigan.

How does that explain anything? Crazy people are allowed to be racist? Could Jenna use the n-word on the show with impunity?

But portraying it jokingly without any acknowledgment? That's the definition of hipster racism—employing racist tropes without having to face any repercussions of its impact on the audience or people who would be triggered — yes, triggered, goddammit - by this sort of thing.

I think I saw some interview with the actor who plays Cesare, who says the creator Neil Jordan claims to have not seen it coming until the last season. And the actor was like "Really? It was coming in the first EPISODE."

Uh….

You mean the woman he heckles at the end? I always thought it was an unintended irony - he lashes out at with sexist diatribe after he learns that the sleazy owner/manager slept with Jean for Llewyn's gig, the final nail in the coffin for Llewyn, who clearly still has feelings for Jean and thinks of himself as someone…

Yeah, I think it affronts his and the audience's conception of himself (probably) as an "ultimate badass," a classic Western loner archetype who may or may not be the literal embodiment of Death and who plays by his own rules and codes. But no one gets to play by their own rules.

Yeah, he gives a kind of knowing smile right before he says it and mocks-salute the guy driving off, so it suggests a wry acceptance of his fate.

To me his last scene emphasized more on his being the receiving end of random fate. He is basically where Llewelyn was earlier in the movie, when he had to get help from kids who inquired about his "car accident" and gave him a shirt. Chigurh could have killed those kids, but he was equally reliant on their mercy and…

"…by the end Llewyn has at least once reached out to another person through his songs, when he plays for his dying father."

I think Llewyn comes to an epiphany in the last scene, which is the truth of Jean's prior statement that "the same shit is going to keep happening to you," which is why he tells the guy who punched him in the alley, "Au revoir" — "Until we see each other again."

I've been thinking about Llewyn in the context of True Grit/No Country. All three of them are about the failure of the individual, whether moral or artistic, in a society that persists in propping up the myth of exceptionalism but in reality confounds the protagonists with absolute indifference to their fate. Typical…

That like was just for your moniker