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

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

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

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.

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

How do you brutally murder 42 mouthy and unruly teenagers in a film and not cause the biggest public outcry since the Rodney King?

Apparently L. Ron Hubbard is better at making up religions than sci-fi stories. On second thought, no he isn’t.

In other words, Hollywood put its kid gloves on and told a more sanitized version of John Nash’s story.

Richard Linklater’s Before Sunset is just the sort of film I needed right about now

Jeremy was born to play – himself.