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R.I.P. Robert Duvall.

Me watching the Super Bowl:

I think I might've preferred this year's halftime show to last year's.

Maybe.

Thinking about it, No Other Choice (2025) is giving me Breaking Bad vibes.

Really bummed about No Other Choice, even if I saw it coming.

Well, at least some actual supporting performances were nominated.

The Academy could do something really cool today.

Not sure what that is (and it probably won't happen), but it'd be cool to see.

Maybe Wagner Moura. Might be an uphill battle, though.

I kind of can't believe Netflix released a film like Train Dreams.

Joel Edgerton's amazing, though I probably don't need to tell you that.

"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours."

Treat Williams is absolutely terrifying in Smooth Talk (1985). Utterly demonic.

Sucks that there can only be one winner (especially when both are deserving).

I'm just not a Glen Powell believer, at this point.

Frankenstein's honestly a perfect fit for del Toro's style. And yes, Elordi is incredible.

Damn…

R.I.P. Tatsuya Nakadai.

Legend.

I loved Guillermo de Toro's Frankenstein. No, it's not subtle, but hey; neither was the novel.

Honestly, you're lucky. You're not losing your mind over people essentially wearing different laundry.

Tatum O'Neal in Paper Moon is pretty egregious. 65% screen time to her father's 60%.

2019.

Moonlight winning Best Picture.

Art Carney winning Best Actor in 1974.

Here's to your fuck. Cheers.

1939.

I will say, Timothy Dalton is absolutely hysterical in Hot Fuzz.

2007.

I'll probably see it in theaters this weekend.

Spielberg.

He was SO good in that.

I hate that I know what song this is.