Uh… let’s just say I have mixed feelings about this one.

One of my favorite lines ever comes in this discussion, when Bas suggests that we “smack his head into the ambiance” of a bar or restaurant.

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they
kill us for their sport.”

Whether smacking his gum or winking into the camera, Reynolds had a nation by the balls and…

This is not some cloying Oprah bullshit, but rather a celebration of a life…

This movie got lot of positive reviews. That is totally baffling to me.

Why didn’t I like this movie more?

Happiness is the meanest, most misanthropic film I have ever seen, and as such makes me smile.

The only thing worse than selling out is desperately clinging to an illusion…

Just because you can think about a film doesn’t mean that a lot of thought went into the film.