There is a Pacman motif going on this season and I am completely on board.
A summation of this weekend, specifically my choices. Nostalgia is sometimes better left alone.
(Duchovny’s five o’clock shadow here is like one shade away from old timey hobo. NIce)
I can’t give that objective of a review list since I am pretty sure that magical elves heard my birthday candle wishes and made this movie for me, but I recommend it to fellow lovers of sexual innuendo and awkwardness with a heart,
If we’re going Classic Who style, I can think of a Scottish Jamie that I’d like to see as companion.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, you are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear we are infinite.”
There was this commenter on the AV Club the other day who was adamant that this was one of the worst movies ever made.
I adored this book and I loved this movie so obviously I disagree.
Disagreement is no big deal, I’m very used to it and often enjoy it. I can see how overly sensitive adolescents is not some people’s bag.
But to call this one of the worst movies ever made, that just baffles me. I mean, Battlefield Earth and and Here on Earth exist.
Yes, everyone is a bit precious, moody, and overwrought. But that is what adolescence is.
Everything is raw and slightly unbearable. You’re doing everything for the first time, even the things you’ve done before. Because you’re exercising your first deliberate choices and feeling the tyranny of free will.
I may not want to remember all the things I did, but I don’t want to forget that feeling of perpetually being on the precipice of screwing up. I suspect it’s the building block of my sense of empathy.
"Wish I’d brought me oils." - Mr. Gunn, Big School.
Apparently there is something about Catherine Tate that screams “give me inappropriate workplace massages.”
I need to watch this so I can enjoy how fandom presaged CT/Philip Glenister through pure cracky fervor. All our crossover ships are not far away!
Also love that CT is finally being treated as the total babe she is.
“I have to protect the one thing I can’t live without, that’s you.”
It’s sad how much of a shipping type I have.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…
Knowing this was improv makes it better. The Gos just has so many feelings. He must have just watched Up.
I am so sick of the fandom hall monitors telling me that I am not allowed to criticize show creators or the show itself.
It’s the equivalent of strangers telling me to smile when I pass them on the street.
Your comfort does not trump my right to my own feelings.
Your positive feelings are no more valid than my criticisms.
And handing out detentions doesn’t make you the principal’s best friend or get you invited to the secret clubhouse. It just makes you a lackey.