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If we could go into paintings like in super Mario, I would go in this one. Didn't that happen in a show before with this exact painting?
Sunday in the Park with George.
What was the similar style painting of this but from the other side of the lake? Too obscure of an art question for Reddit?
Bathers at Asnières - Seurat painted it before Grand Jatte.
No one is moaning, I just find it comical. Everyone thinks like a critic nowadays, especially those that actually go and review the movies on various sites. If it wasn’t somewhat enjoyable then why are we talking about it 10 years later? Never knew people were so interested in a bad movie. All you need for a movie to be slobbed all over by “higher thinkers” is a slightly confusing plot, Good cinematography and a theme. Boom. Critically acclaimed straight to the Oscars. Bonus points for diversity - this includes gender, race, sexuality.
For the record, your argument tells me more about you than in does the movie you’re defending. You like it, great, other people’s disagreement shouldn’t get in your way.
Saw this on 42nd st NYC in a packed theatre on opening night. The audience began turning on the film during Wahlberg’s first scene. Soon the heckling and laughter was non stop. One of my favorite movie going experiences. For 90 minutes an entire audience was united against the movie. It’s probably the most I’ve ever laughed in a theatre. A very fond memory.
Now begins the downfall of Roseanne 2.0.
Maybe she wants her show cancelled.
She got her wish.
Good thing the White House has a good supply
That’s not a fat ass, it’s a fully loaded pair of Depends.
We don't wake up because earth lost it's atmosphere and we are all dead now.
So, a normal Monday then?
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Steve Buscemi and Michael Palin is a movie pairing I never knew I needed.
Because I smoke with geese.
Harley Davidson and Madison Reed.
The radical decline in social media use.
Hey, fancy doing something mundane for once?
It would move to Mexico.
I’d tweet my tax returns.
By Philip Larkin
Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he’s taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.
Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even ... but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element
That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.
To prevent glitches we build each map in miniature and run mice dressed in costumes around them. Wherever a mouse’s belt or hat snags on a corner, we smooth it out. Robot costumes for rodents are especially hard to make.
“I never cared for the Marvel Universe!!!”
Since April 2016