Movies are assholes.
I love the smell of gorilla farts in the morning.
Today, even though it doesn’t seem like it, there is hope.
I think you should watch it on TV, late one drunken Saturday, and tell me what you think.
Neither cartoon nor meta-commentary on itself, The Hateful Eight is something crazier still: a good movie.
They said it couldn’t be done. Watch us do it anyway.
Who the hell came up with Captain America, anyway? It’s like someone said, “I love Superman, but he’s so complex, with so many shades of grey to his character. If only there was a simpler version, but one still impervious to harm.”