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Actually, what about the movie that introduced most of us to Nicole Kidman and Billy Zane: Dead Calm?
Citizen Ruth!
Wait, now. Is he saying that American history didn’t happen exactly like the “Story of Thanksgiving” play that we performed in first grade? My mind is blown. WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS
Something’s a little fishy about your Salmon Rushdie reference.
Probably about 80% of my friends and current acquaintances are comedians of some sort, and they are practically unanimous in their love of Louis C.K. and their hatred of Dane Cook. I get it. Louie is a comedian’s comedian, no doubt.
I have to say, though, that I listened to Dane Cook’s first couple of albums before I knew who he was, and that I was contractually obligated as a comedian to hate him, and you know what? I thought they were funny. He’s not a philosopher, like Louie, or a precise wordsmith, like Steven Wright or Jerry Seinfeld or Demetri Martin. He’s more like Bill Cosby: he tells stories with an infectious, childish energy. His material may not be smart, exactly, but his delivery — at least before he became mega-famous — is playful and apparently owes a little to his days as an improvisor. If he’s not the kind of guy I would necessarily be friends with, he’s at least the frattish friend of my sister’s that I’m surprised to find is actually a pretty fun guy to party with once or twice a year.
That being said, that HBO special where he’s on a round stage surrounded by screaming teenagers was awful, and I would like to never see him in a lead role of a movie ever again.
Sincere kudos to both of them for doing this scene, and to Gabe for snarklessly singing its praises.
I don’t know how many productions are going to want to cast a 2-D, 5″ tall guy who lives on a website for their action movie.
“And God, in Your infinite wisdom, please pay special attention to footnote 5 on page 347, specifically the clause regarding interstate commerce….”
And like 95% of Canadians live near the US border, so they must all be prostitutes. Get on that, Alan Thicke!
If Narnia were a Nashville whore house, she would be the White Witch.
Oh… and stevenstevo… Louis CK explored the N word hilariously in one of his routines, even arguing that saying “the N word” is worse than saying “n***er.” His argument wasn’t 100% convincing, but hearing him call a deer that ran in front of his car a “n***er f***ot” may have been the highlight of my year.
Not to nitpick, but I think he said something like, “If f*&$ing kids weren’t such a bad crime, maybe fewer child molesters would kill kids.” Then he was quick to add — and this is really the killer line in that bit — ”I’m not really sure what to do with that information….”
I think one of the things that makes Louis CK get away with the risky stuff is that he is self-deprecating, intelligent, and neurotic at the same time. There’s a real sense of “I’m trying to figure this out, and I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of it.” (As opposed to, “I’m a lovable idiot! Except now I’m not so lovable because I’m threatening violence to people who are different! If you’re looking for another level, there isn’t one!”)
I really enjoyed the movie mostly because it was a love letter to the joy of filmmaking. It probably helped that I was close to the same age as those kids in 1979. And the kids were amazing! I would like to see the further adventures of Alfred Hitchcock, Jr. and Braceface.
The alien part of the plot was pretty much all nonsense, of course, and the ending was weirdly anti-climactic. I think Jimmy J.J. Abrams should have just hired a sci-fi writer to come up with all the alien/government plot details.
“I mean… come on!”
“BUT TO LITERALLY PHOTOSHOP SOME OF THEIR FACES ONTO RANDOM BODIES? I feel like a Victorian statesman being confronted with a waxless handlebar moustache. SOME THINGS JUST ARE NOT DONE, SIR.”
Actually, as someone in the biz I can tell you that it is done all the time. Rarely this badly, though. Holy bejeezus.
I feel a little guilty when I admit that I auditioned to be one of the voices. I love the show and it would be weird to be a scab. My dream is that all the actors return to do the original voices and they hire me to play a brand-new character and we all become best friends and live together in a big house that looks like the Planet Express set.
I can never tell if the movies do a good job of telling the story, because there’s so much I’m filling in for myself, having read the books. But in my opinion? Jim Broadbent as Slughorn is worth the price of admission.
Matt is my hero. He did something because it was fun and ended up getting paid for it. Isn’t that what we all want?
Not that I’m going to buy the book or anything. Still, all power to him.
They had me at “nightmare version of Myst.” Then lost me at genital mutilation.
Do you think the vets were smiling and trying not to laugh because they smoked the vomitweed?
Man, there are some cranky-ass people on this blog. I usually find the crankiness entertaining, but I can’t help but thinking of the IE-haters on this page as the sort of people who yell out their window at passers-by and then cry themselves to sleep, wondering why no one has the patience to love them.
I mean, sure… not entertained by IE? Fine. But I can tell you by personal experience that pretty much everyone that’s doing it does it because it’s fun, and nearly all bystander reactions range from mildly confused to genuinely entertained. There is always thought given to whether or not it is a positive experience for those involved. Not every “mission” (or whatever you prefer) is equally successful, to be sure, but think about it: this is free, homemade entertainment in a world where millions are spent creating crappy, mean-spirited reality shows.
We can’t have nice things.
On the set of Charlie’s Angels? That must have been interesting. I wonder if Crispin Glover was at the scene, because that’s the only way this story could be better. (Or maybe if Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu were making out in the background.)
I thought I was the only one who noticed that….
The awesomeness of his bike tricks defies the laws of physics and de-snarks the Videogum peanut gallery.
I was wondering about this. Are modern cars too dependent on their electrical systems for their combustion engines to work without electricity?
Couldn’t someone make an old-timey car?