Yeah like Im going to see a movie that only got a 3 minute ovation at the Venice Film Festival.  I have a 10 minute plus ovation policy

Why isn’t this an adaptation of the Palahniuk book?

Call Me Maybe By Your Name

Really looking forward to his Christmas video this year!

Remember what? 

David Cronenberg: “I can’t believe the cops fell for the old ‘No, you want the guy who directed the OTHER Crash’ bit! Suckers!”

Will this be like the Weinstein trial where she has to describe his dick? If she has to draw his dick but doesn’t have good penmanship, do you think they will let her trace it?

...not the time for jokes? Got it!

Groomed her? Shampoo was 1975.

She lived with it until she reached retirement age unprepared.

As a consumer the prospect of spending 20x grocery store prices for treats, dealing with traffic, parking, sticking to the floor, and loudmouth fellow patrons Vs. enjoying the same content virtually free with a projector and sound-bar and all the snacks I can stomach for cheap in a controlled environment and not…

What’s amusing to me is that the hype over movies being released either the same day-and-date on streaming services as movie theaters or exclusively on streaming only exists because movie theaters still lend an air of prestige to a movie (no matter how shitty the movie is). Take away movie theaters, and a movie…

I don’t know anybody that wouldn’t like their movies to be shown on a big screen

Mexico will somehow pay for it?

What if we mail CDs to everyone in the world with a copy of the Twitter client. We then give them like 300 hours of free Twitter access and after those 300 hours we get them to pay a monthly fee.

Because we live in the worst timeline.

After 20 years in Philly, I love that you can still become famous here for nothing more than being a weirdo on “that abandoned pier near Walmart.”  

I know this isn’t an original observation, and I suppose in the age of social media circuses it’s pointless to even criticize something for being objectively stupid and wasteful, but it is absolutely buck wild to me that we live in an age that celebrates performative over-consumption and even rewards it. We have so…

Keep fucking that chicken, bro.