Saturday, October 24, 2009

There you go.

Giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.

Monday, October 19, 2009

We have traveled this way before,

And there is much to be learned.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

You must be true

to the physics of the lie.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The poetry

of logical ideas.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

All sorted out then.

The Invention of Lying - 4.5/10. People can't tell a lie so much as they are obsessively compelled to say exactly what they are feeling at any given moment. As such, it plays out like a common and very poorly fleshed-out skit. As a testament to its inability to piece itself together, it starts off with a non-sequitur narration that explains what sort of world this is because it certainly can't use storytelling to that effect. Half into it, it escapes sentimentality and turns into The Life of Brian and suddenly becomes very funny, but then it stops being The Life of Brian and it stops being funny. It falls into the same trap as Idiocracy in that it's a great conceit that could have played for days, but it tries to paste it all into the outline of a romantic comedy.

Monday, October 5, 2009

I don’t think I have really.

I don’t see that change is always good. A lot of people think that change for some sake is good, but it’s not true, you know. Sometimes the old shit is better and you invent yourself out of a good time.

Old: I've got to dookie.

New: I'm going to dookie.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

If you don't have anything nice to say,

start a band.

Johnny Horsecock.

Extract - 7/10. Sometimes you got to fuck up your life to set it right. Broader comedy than his previous efforts, but without the bigger ideas of 'Office Space' or 'Idiocracy.' It's very likeable, and a better movie than 'Idiocracy,' but it's just not very deep.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Some folks'll.

Some folksn't.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Once a crowd chased me for an autograph.

"Beat it," I said, "go sit on a tack!" "We made you," they said.
"Like hell you did," I told them.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

And I sought in him a war

which I had escaped.