Well, right-wing blowhard insufferable asshole kind of was his schtick.

But does he drive up you up the wall or lull you into the bland realization that good things can't last forever?

Still better than Keith Olbermann. Fucking gag me.

Riki Rachtman. Now there was a guy who would probably seem pretty cool for the first couple beers.

I'll pick Christmas tinsel-flavored. The metallic stuff just raises hell on my fillings.

Oh, definitely! My ex-girlfriend was a dyed-in-the-wool Democrat and thought Keith Olbermann was just the cleverest and most entertaining guy on the face of the Earth. To me, though, he was only ever proof-positive that MSNBC is FOX News for liberals.

Totally agreed about Bill Maher. I like watching Real Time, but Maher can be unnecessarily rude to guests who are sometimes making really valid points. Then he acts like he won the argument when all he did was interrupt a lot.

Well, if we're going to go that dark, we may as well just argue that Willy Wonka beat them to death himself with a ball-peen hammer.

Do the kids die in the film? Nope.

You are. The TV series did a better job with it, anyway.

Except in the book, nobody dies. They show up at the end stretched out and de-juiced, but they're still kicking.

I think the bragging might be in your head. What I heard was, "Jesus Christ, I am such a fuck-up."

Honestly, I'd have to watch it again to remember for sure, but I seem to remember that it came back around to Laura Dern's character emerging from the long journey into darkness. It maybe could have been done in a shorter cut, but I found the journey and the ending to be highly satisfying. Then again, I also enjoy…

I had a hard time sitting through Inland Empire, but I was surprised that Lynch was able to tie everything back up at the end since it goes so far out into the wilderness. It's definitely the Lynch-iest of David Lynch films, and long, but the ending is so satisfying I'd go back and watch it again.

I still like Cabin Boy. Chris Elliott's not for everyone, but I love the part where he's left on a raft for days with nothing but a gallon of chocolate milk and hallucinates a big-ass floating cupcake that spits tobacco.

Hell, no! I was working at the movie theater where it was playing at the time and got to sit in for a private employee showing right after the midnight opening show. I sat through all that federal trade garbledygook and didn't leave my seat, hoping that this atrocity would eventually get better. Long story short:…

At the end of The Phantom Menace, I immediately stood up and declared "Well, there's 90 minutes of my life I'm never getting back."

Sort of. Though Dolarhyde ate a picture of the Red Dragon, in return for which the devil ate his soul.

Anywhere they sell Truck Nutz.

"Boy, I sure have eaten a lot of pictures of Jason Segel! Good thing he's only half-Jewish, or I might have to get a blood transfusion to water down all the Jesus-killing tendencies I'm ingesting, amirite?"