He also famously said that no good movie is too long and no bad movie is too short, so he probably would have had words about this article.

Oh yes. Alison Willmore is also fantastic.

The only thing I know about this movie is that it has Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head in it, a trivia question which won me 4 tickets to Six Flags today. So thanks, Butch Cassidy! Maybe I'll actually watch you now.

The reason why Foster's performance didn't work in my eyes had less to do with character motivation and more to do with that stupid accent and her over-affected line deliveries.

Saw it, didn't love it. It certainly was pretty, I'll give it that. But most of the fight scenes were poorly edited, so it was tough to see what was going on. And pretty much every major plot beat felt totally arbitrary, like he was writing himself out of corners at every turn. Damon's sickness is basically just introduced to get the story going, and it has no bearing on the story beyond that. There's a ton of stuff that feels like that.

Texting in a theater just doesn't make any sense to me. You paid for the opportunity to see a movie on the big screen. You can look at your phone any time FOR FREE (barring data charges, or whatever, but still.) Is it really so hard to watch the movie you just paid for without looking at your phone?

Talking is a different thing to me, though. Certain movies warrant it. Obviously I'd be annoyed by someone chit-chatting through The Act Of Killing or something, but I think that horror movies are all about the experience of seeing it with an audience. Part of the fun is how the audience interacts with the movie. It becomes a two-way street where movies normally aren't.

I'd rather see them team up than fight. Their backgrounds and personalities are so different that you could basically do the best buddy cop movie of all time.

But I'm sure they'll just punch each other real hard until they decide to stop.

If it's another lanky white dude I'll be severely disappointed. It's been half a century. Let's mix things up a bit.

Pick-up artists and the people who follow their advice are truly the scum of the earth. The good news is that almost all of those people are laughably pathetic and ineffectual.

Well, obviously Act 1 is pretty much the same. Starts with Bruce on an airplane, headed to the wrap party for DIE HARDEST in LA. He gets there, argues with his wife, and then the fans attack. And because it's a Galaxy Quest thing, they've meticulously created a situation that exactly mirrors the plot of the original Die Hard. Bruce gets isolated right off the bat.

Awesome! My friends are so much more talented than me. My friend Brooke, for example, is a really talented musician.

Like Zach Braff, Spike Lee is using Kickstarter to preserve his artistic vision. Interesting.