how has this fucker not been made into a movie
about five minutes into The Paperboy i realized i had read the book which was awful and so is the movie in that great Sweaty Shit-Eating Grin kind of way
ann hathaway is the only one to put herself before the song, and when she appears at the end as The Ghost Of Christmas Oh, Hell No i groaned as if walking into an A train revival meeting
wildly tedious. did not expect that.
i think itd be cool if i was one of those profiled in michael apteds documentary series but i was american and his newest was 28 up
as addictive as drive was (with its great first scene) there was no Inherent Manly Truth smartly retold/revealed; ive become increasingly annoyed by style over substance in new noir, westerns, etc
those darlins at glasslands, bruce in nola, porky melt at pork slope, the gentleman jesse record, a sazerac at maison premiere, oriole magic, merroir, hilary mantel, teenage girls by bleeding knees club, john ortiz in luck, how i learned to drive at second stage, the cat daddy dance, bone marrow at minetta tavern, santanas no-no, martin short on snl, key & peele, liam neeson with the aids, bellwether counties for obama, 21 jump street, steak & pan-fried potatoes at st anselm, gone girl, bad thing by king tuff, dorito loco tacos
george washington whups bottle rocket and hard eight but do three episodes of eastbound & down whup moonrise kingdom and the master? granted they were the three best episodes.