I always look forward to the next Lynne Ramsay joint, while I can only nervously cringe watching previews of Natalie Portman’s next movie. I’m still waiting to be convinced she’s a good actress.

I’ve never had any desire to read it. I’ve thought I might want to read “Consider the Lobster” just because I think it’s a great title, but I haven’t gotten around to that, and I’m not sure I ever will. Honestly, I feel like I missed the David Foster Wallace cultural moment somehow; I never heard of him until well…

Another issue that Bourdain noted in Kitchen Confidential is that the same friends who say you should open a restaurant are the same ones that keep dropping by and expects a bunch of comps and freebies and never pick up a check.

No good content will ever follow ‘Meet the...influencers who...’.

This may not get published because my LGBTQ community rarely tolerates dissenting opinions.

... and (like other moments in the movie) it just comes off as super random and shoehorned in. A two sentence dialog between two people at the tail end of a movie with no reference to give it any mean whatsoever... other than to make me wonder if Lando was really trying to get at them panty drawers.

You don’t get credit for things you didn’t put in the movie because (and try to follow this because it’s a pretty big leap) you didn’t put them in the movie. I shouldn’t have to pore through all your deleted scenes and interviews and tie-in books just to say “Oh, that’s not a pile of horseshit after all.”

No, it’s because the raw sexual energy of Billy Dee Williams is a weapon of mass destruction ... of my defenses against his advances.

Counterpoint: the new Star Wars was good, not bad.

I ended up seeing Solo a couple months ago and really liked it, I wished it had done better at the box office because that’s the type of Star Wars movie I want to see. It was not perfect but it was good enough where I actually regret listening to all the naysayers and wished I had seen it in theaters. Also good shout…

My favorite is still in TFA, when the Starkiller base is shown to be so close to a sun that it would have rapidly spiraled into it (because gravity), yet it somehow manages to be a fucking ice planet instead of a barren, scorched wasteland.

Right.

-That “new generation” in the final shot is one kid, but okay.

I think for some people, the brain is non-functioning and the ass has taken over its job.

It's not like the script will be more than 12 pages long.

I watched that “Toys That Made Us” docuseries on Netflix over the weekend and it blew my mind that it worked like that. The entire plot of the Original Transformers Movie was written so they could murder off as many transformers as possible to sell all new toys for the next sales cycle. 

All the characters with slow toy sales die.

Yeah, that’s definitely a picture of a sunbathing asshole.

“I want to drink four or five beers over the course of the day.”

Are your days 90 minutes long?