"the last year of the last decade of the previous century" is like the most douchebag way possible of saying 1999

San Francisco has 2 c's...

Eh, he still did pretty well considering how drunk he is.

Puddy rules. That is all.

If I had posted this to SLOG I'd have thought some readers would be familiar with Charles Willeford and mentioned it was his novel that was adapted for the above movie. All that indicates though is how much time I spent reading 20th-century English language novels and how little I know/understand target demographics.

Couldn't listen to a word he said because I was too distracted by his constant pacing from left to right, never back again, always going past the clown painting. He had to be circling the room, but the guy on the couch never turned his head. Why didn't he turn his head?

Pales compared to the greatest vid of the fourth week of the second month of the first year of the second decade of the first century of the current millenium....Receipts (2011)

Johnny, roll the clip (well, whole thing really):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCwFg-F7S…

If people don't know Patrick Warburton as the voice of Brock Sampson, I pity them their ignorance.

Best movie I've ever seen starring a Rouault painting.

This excited me Charles, but HAVE A SEATTLE SCREENING! For those of us film goers in the Emerald City this is an out-and-out cock tease.

Relax, folks, you're not missing a thing. The film is quite lame, even with the tasty Mr. Warburton.