Birth of a Nation: Visual Classic, Revisionist Bunkum
In Birth of a Nation, the viewer is asked to believe a great many unbelievable things, ( most of them before breakfast. )

It was billed as a movie even more boring than Twilight, and it lived up to the boast. At no point in the first hour and a half did anything resembling a plot emerge. If the characters hadn't emoted, or the film had been edited with excessive and gratuitous montage, or the soundtrack been self-consciously attuned to a tween audience, I'd have ( Read more... )

I meant to watch the entire West Wing before last quarter started, but before this one started was probably more ambitious than strictly necessary anyway ( Read more... )

Which is to say I watched that mofo in IMAX three-damn-D ( Read more... )

Given the billing, I was hoping he'd slash the maestro in two with a lightsaber.

Would have made for a way more interesting entrance.

This one's for you, sw_fangirl.

PRAIRIE DOG! Wyoming's top of the line. Retails for about nine-ninety-five. It's got brown fur, big dark dramatic eyes, and a hair trigger.

Dammit!

That's "Fronk-en-steen."

Another brilliant idea!