What a doctor know.

What a doctor know.

If you don't think that cowboys cry,

well then, you've never heard a cowboy's song.

I'm a Howard Hawks man.

Rio Bravo - 7.5/10. As the story goes, Howard Hawks made this as a response to 'High Noon' and I like it to that end. Rather than asking innocent people to take up arms, the sheriff refuses to let any amateurs die doing his job. To the other end, 'High Noon' made better use of the tension. The story in both is a waiting game, but this one gets lost in the very wonderful and very fun personalities of the characters and everything that makes Howard Hawks movies great that it forgets there's a bad guy and the movie simply ends.

Fuck you, Kathleen.

Kabluey - 6/10. It gets bogged down in its quirks, but there's an occasional anger which is great to watch.

Every bit

the bastard.

In and out of lockdown.

I ain't got a job now.

Was this supposed to be

funny?

We hanky-panky men have always been with you.

F for Fake - 9/10. It's unbelievable at just how many things this movie is about, with it rightly, and self-consciously, not being about too much at once. It shocks me at how well it was put together. And, above all, it was fun to watch.

why so serious

why so serious?

Batman!

8.5/10

Let's get excited

about something you have no part of.

We speak

fact.

I would believe that this Fanta is hurting my side.

But no, that would be silly.

New York

is not a Fanta town.

No one can compliment the work.

Without disparaging the genre.

Common.

Peripheral.

It's just how we talk.

The Fall - 8/10. I watched this movie in a theater with my eyes wide open.

She gave me a song.

Later, we held hands.

No one comes away with anything

that approaches dignity.

Darnit,

Jarnet.

Not even buried yet, how quickly they forget.

The Savages - 5/10. Nothing gained.

I'm going to win this shit.

"You know what? Let's just forget the paperwork."

One of these days, Luanne.

"Leo, Leo - it's just a better argument."

One or more genocides.

Hellboy II - 5/10. Cheap. An effective bad guy next to Guillermo's version of Hellboy and his puppet friends. The war was a good idea, but the movie doesn't focus on it and trades in any goodwill we gain towards it by turning it into a prequel for the next movie.

I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss.

Enchanted - 7/10. Cute. I suppose I'm stupid for thinking it could have been more than that.

Books-A-Million.

That's a lot of books!

Those guys that wipe their knife on their pants.

I want to do that some day.

The consistency

of coincidence.

Snapple

?

If there's grass on the field,

you can stick your balls in it.

Hello? What? Excuse me?

I don't actually read the New Yorker.

"The world's just... so big, Jerry. I don't know we'll ever make it."

Hungry?

Throw money at it.

She's got paint on her overalls.

Sunshine - 6.5/10. I think the general consensus is you come up with one of the coolest concepts in recent sci-fi memory and you turn in into a fucking slasher flick?

That.

Tele-pooter.

Transport your smell-waves across many distances.

Talk to the hand

because Society doesn't understand.

Promote unhealthy body images for women.

www.workfromhome.com, you can earn as much as 9 dollar an hour working from your home.

A girl's area.

Well??!

Banana

rama.

Can't teach them to grow tits.

Charlie Wilson's War - 7.5/10. Johnny Got His Gun is a good story and a poor commentary. The movie suffers when it isn't about Charlie Wilson, but his stupid war.

Back to wearing briefs.

Ladies.

Stuck like a pin in this damn life.

Rocky Balboa - 6.5/10. Weird. I don't think I've seen anything like it. A love song to a better movie.

Waitress - 7/10. A pleasure to watch but it doesn't amount to anything.

27 Dresses - 6/10. Katherine Heigl deserves a better movie.

Stay until the end, they invite him to join the Avengers.

Wanted - 5.5/10. James McAvoy's Wesley borders on interesting when he's a whinnying, frightful young boy who's in way over his head, but that is tempered by the easy, grade-school nihilism of the voiceover. But that doesn't really matter after about thirty minutes because it becomes a gleeful kind of violence where it doesn't really matter who you are when you're not holding a gun.