So funny yet so sad that you feel guilty about your laughter.

Why only five, you ask? I figured you’d see “book” and run screaming for your X-box, and alas, there’s not a graphic novel to be found.

Matt Cale and the Shithouse

Steve McQueen stars as Doc McCoy, a con who just can’t take being locked up anymore, especially after the parole board rejects him.

Would you pay $25,000 to torture and kill an American? It’s an intriguing question, and one made that much more pointed given that most of the world would gleefully answer in the affirmative.

Maybe Matt Damon deserved that Oscar.

Nobody spends more time on his knees than George W. Bush.

When one of the central characters in a film is a man with fetishistic fixation on his pet jellyfhish and he inexplicably bludgeons two people to death before wrapping himself in wire and committing suicide, you can be fairly certain that the film comes from Japan.

No, this is not a trend that should cause you great concern, so I promise that I will stay far, far away from both Airport ‘77 and Concorde: Airport ‘79.