Funniest mindless movie of the last few years. McLovin is the best, and the other guys grew on me. 
In his job he needs to undervalue the suffering of others in order to make more money. Then there’s the smell, the ass and the eye. The degree of objectification of desire is in direct proportion to the self-debasement of the indulger. By degrading the other, he nullifies himself. The very indifference to the overjealous ones, the suppressed recalcitrant losers of the world, is what causes their victims to exist. Great disturbing movie.
A lost science fiction PBS movie with Taoist undertones is a real find, right? A guy discovers his dreams change reality—when he wakes up he finds himself in a world where the content of his dreams have actually happened. He of course gets scared after a couple of nightmares, seeks relief in drugs, and then, because of them, is lead to a psychiatrist. 
Here's for all the sissy Apple lovers out there... This is the ultimate design for my old Duron, which faithfully downloaded well over one terabyte (mostly movies, 1300+) always on 24/7/365 over the last four years. It also runs Apache and is a file and printer server, as well as a router for my home network (with four, also damn old and beautiful computers). Sometimes I dust it off with a vacuum cleaner.
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In imdb a user commented: "Annoying little transition into some sort of regurgitated independent film values finds this shallow project from Brad Silberling offering little and providing less in this embarrassingly exploitive work." I agree, yet it is still watchable — even more so if you understand how clichê is the fabricated spontaneity in it. It is as if independent movie has aquired its own hollywood-like formulaicism. So it kind of becomes an interestingly consumated aesthetic portrail of so many cult-status fabricated stylishness examples we see around. Many people liked 
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A crooner handsome as Jim Morrison — and seemingly troubled and poetic like him —, player of many instruments, produced by the same guy who produces Beck, and whom, of course, also makes apology of drugs (starting, like Beck, with the name) with the same old double ententres that are with us since the sixties. Yes, it seems The End.The cover looks like something from Van Morrison, from whom he drawns deeply. Those who say he is similar to Dave Matthews Band, Rod Stewart and Coldplay are also right (although I had never heard the last since I was compelled by the extreme ambiguity of a post in portuguese by brazilian journalist Bruno Galera about our guy, James Blunt. By the way, I still don't know what "the hecatomb of little dough's faces aesthetics" mean... oh, well...)
In reality, the guy is a product, knows he is a product, uses it to his own benefit and suffers. Amazingly, he was proven to be a Captain in Kosovo while the action was still going. His song about war (hey, don't we need more songs deprecating war?), No Bravery, is as simple as poignant. There's also an homage to Jimi Hendrix (and some say, because of the "Riders in the Storm" sequence in the end, also to Jim Morrison) in So Long, Jimmy. But every track is consistently good, though with a irritanting "musical aftertaste" such as I hadn't obsessed hearing inside my mind since The Beatles. Back to Bedlam1 is a complete emotional experience about a lost and drugged soldier facing the lost of loves, suicide attempts and fame. It is also a pretty edgy critique on the cynicism and complacency of today's youth.
He is around for more than a year, and was first place both in North America and the UK. It's amazing I had to read about him in a blog. That must be because I don't have a TV. Must be.
I just hope he doesn't commit suicide and lead people to drugs: the three products (the last one being his carisma) are many times bundled together.
1. ^ "Back to the asylum", or maybe "Back to mother land", as in "safe an sound".
