I’ve seen this trailer multiple times and it’s one of those that make it feel like it’s a summary of the whole movie and that it’s now unnecessary to actually, well, see it, and that, as noted by Grandpa M., it appears a bit treacly. Having said that, I’ll probably give it a watch anyway based on how good Sideways…

As to his main point, putting aside his usual right-wing conspiracy theory blather, he’s not wrong. After she tore up the picture of the pope and was booed at the Dylan (Dylan!) concert, her career was essentially over. She has been ignored and sidelined since then. Her struggles contributed, sure, but overall this is…

So, so wrong, but funny.

Yippee-ki-ay, Mr. Falcon.

Please include blue with that.

I think the obvious answer is that he chose famous paintings that most people would at least recognize visually as famous, so that the audience is duly shocked when they are defaced. Relatively unknown paintings, even if great, would not serve the same purpose.

Not being ironic. And John Cusack’s character based on a very small snippet of tape immediately runs out and offers to start a record label and put out their record.

Weakest (music-adjacent) moment of this movie due to objective shitiness of the material they’re listening to measured against their not-believable reaction about how “fucking good” it is. Like the flip side of the Jack Black Marvin Gaye moment, which was great because he was objectively great (or at least way better…

No, it’s not at all good. It’s derivative, obvious, and tired. Plus, he can’t sing for shit. Willow was the sole reason I was able to get through the whole thing.

Sometimes you have to pivot when, you know, a Trump-led downfall of Democracy is looming.

The terrifying part to me is that we don’t need Trump to win the election to ensure the downfall of democracy; we just need him to run. Because then all of the election-suppressing, insurrectionist, gaslighting, Brownshirt mechanisms all get kicked into high gear, with the backing of the whole Republican party, on…

This just in, the Estate of Rin Tin Tin has filed a lawsuit against Nirvana claiming that Kurt thought about German Shepherds when he couldn’t get a boner and that means....something bad about German Shepherds.

Unless you can get a spot in the middle of Broad Street. Or maybe just move someone’s cones or chairs placed in front of their rowhome to claim a parking space; that always goes well.

Born and raised, born and raised. South Philly ain’t SHIT!

Now they’re believers. Daydream believers, even.

This whole thing reminds me of one of my favorite authors, Balzac.

And this, is, of course, “Inflategate.”

It’s now officially “Jamie Tartt.” No. 434.

Two major plot holes for me:

Being Aykroyd. And Caddyshack 2.