And the basis for Sam Peckinpah's most commercially successful movie.

Last time there was an Esposito article, someone in the comments said she was "basically a Nazi" and then refused to explain further. So there's your barometer.

A book which clearly has Bob Woodward's name visible on the spine, no less.

The British Romantic poets are very nice, but they're clearly nerds.

I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

Phil Collins has done some great work post-Genesis.

Only if Drew Carey is reeeeal weird about it long after everyone else tells him to stop.

Much as how both Frampt and Kaathe are shown united in the Age of Dark, both parties draw from the same power structure, serving the desires and fighting the battles of a ruling class that left the rest of us behind ages ago.

Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from
the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight
my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin' air-o-plane to
teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity.

Same here. I went into the movie with some trepidation, since I wasn't crazy about There Will Be Blood, but I knew from this moment on that it would be one of my favorite movies.

I don't think it's tragic— the sex at the end seems much more intimate and tender than anything else we've seen him capable of. He hasn't moved on to some higher purpose and he's not 100% functional, but I think his experience with Dodd has helped him grow. He recognized that the movement and the system was bullshit,…

Absolutely right. One of my favorite performances of all time, and so infectiously physical. There's a lot of acting that I can watch and understand, but I have no idea how a human being does something like play Freddie Quells.

There's a place in my hometown that does that, so take comfort in knowing that your dad is gross, but not insane.

My main complaint with this level was that it was too short— it should have felt utterly grueling.

Agreed— it's one of the few Nazi-killing games that feels like it actually wanted to tell a story about Nazism first, rather than picking them as enemies and then building the story around them.

It's an astonishingly well-written game, too. For as pulpy and weird as the story gets, the characters are all fantastic and the dialogue is great.

So what's everyone's favorite hot dog?

It's more like Cloud Atlas with dogs.

Oof. I hear you. When my childhood dog died, I watched the "Dog of Death" episode of The Simpsons for some sweet catharsis. The bit where Santa's Little Helper jumps on Bart— it game me what I needed, but damn it was hard.

Thanks for brining this back.