Russell Bongard

This is a complete recreation of Caligula using animation as the medium. Nd yes, the mashed potato scene is included. Very tasteful.

OMG I am like, so totally OPPRESSED! The cure? Roller skate around in circles with a bunch of chicks wearing stupid helmets and fall on your ass until you can hardly walk. GENIUS! Oh and that Jimmy Fallon schmuck is in this so you know it sucks hard donkey dicks.

In my books, back-packers are only a step above pick-pockets and flashers. A sketchy bunch with too many secrets and too many hiding places. This also became predictable pretty quick. Steve Zahn does not have bad guy chops.

Corsicans and Arabs apparently don't like each other very much. Long movie full of despicable bastards. Being that it is French explains why.

Hackers, Nazis, molesters, perverts, scumbags, rich people, justice seekers, cover-ups, deception and 21 year old Scotch. It's all there, it's all a little convoluted, however the butt-rape and pooping fat man scenes were quite enjoyable. Otherwise: Incredibly Swedish.

Potential killed by predictability. Very crappy.

For any of the last remaining weirdo's who actually appreciate story and acting in their movies, this one fucking kills it. A very good looking meal with simple ingredients that tastes great and leaves you very satisfied, but not stuffed. And Tome Ford? Who new that a guy most recently known for showing perfumes and colognes placed on nude groins in fashion magazines would have such a damn fine directorial debut. Bravo.

Dan Hedaya and M. Emmet Walsh creep me the fuck out every time I see this gem, and I mean that in a good way. Like farts in a spacesuit, they are totally unescapable in their performances. THEN, you add in a big buck knife, some dead fish, a shallow grave, a sniper bullet and a vicious kick to the nuts and you have a true keeper that is fun for the whole family. Well played, Coens, well played indeed.

Stellar cast. Great performances. Excellent script. It's a dialogue film, so you need patience and some sort of brain activity to appreciate it. And if you're a fan of the word 'cunt', this movie takes that word to a whole new level, so turn it up loud and watch it with your mother.

Watched this last night for the first time since it came out 20 years ago. This film has aged as well as a mountain of human feces, sprinkled with blue cheese and tranny pubes, baking in the hot sun for all of eternity. It was painful. I'm talking choking on a big bag of dicks painful. The script, the acting, the music, everything was garbage. Fuck you Ron Howard. I used to like fire.

Guy Ritchie, what were you thinking?!? Oh, wait, you were trapped inside the fanged walls of Madonna's vagina when you were making this, so you were probably thinking about shooting yourself in the face instead of making a decent film. Understandable. Carry on.

I first saw this in '91 when I was much more impressionable. Now, I can't get past the horrible wigs and the 20 pounds of redundant (and often nude) Indian visuals stuffed into this 10 pound bag. SYMBOLISM! I fucking get it. Is that all you got? Shit.

One big sleep inducing visual poem. Fuck poetry.

A whole lot of factors make this movie as appealing as the thought of having butt-sex with a mange infested porcupine, but nothing screwed up this crap-fest more than the music. Fuck you, Bill Conti.

This movie tries to act all tough but I have bigger muscles in my shit. Waste of talent or talent gone to waste? I can't decide.

Good flick all around. It would appear that Jake G. took Downey's advice and didn't go "full retard".

Look at out shit! No, seriously, look at it! Do you have a boner yet? Because we do. See that cleverly molded piece of plastic over there? It gave us wood so hard a woodpecker landed on it. If you don't have a big boner when you see our stuff, you are blind or just have really bad taste. BOING!

This is the ultimate colon cleanser. Shit for days. Uggh.

The military has you by the balls. By the BALLS, I say! And Chatum Tanning sleeps in a hole on the front lawn and Ryan Philipe has a big cut on his head. That is all.

After watching this movie, I immediately ran out and bought a pair of figure skates and threw them in the trunk of my car. You never can be too prepared for unforeseeable circumstances. Or oral abscesses.