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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Sensationalist TV is such a guilty pleasure to me. I often indulge in Boston Legal, but the show that gets me the most nowadays is House MD — while the former seems to dwell in the sometimes funny, sometimes cheesy relationship between James Spader (who used to have an interesting edge in the last days of The Practice) and William Shatner (absolute genius, no kidding), the later has the most likable anti-hero television has ever produced. Hugh Laurie, which I had already deeply admired in Blackadder, really nails on the charisma — all the while being even edgier than Alan Shore in his good old days. His superhero ability to diagnose coupled with his maverick and couldn’t-care-less attitude makes for the best in television since the golden age of the sitcom in the nineties. Yes, now it is this CSI-like character-driven medical soap opera that holds the aces. Great writing, roller-coaster TV-fun that has kept fresh for three seasons: beware, it’s a classic!
Who will ever forget “Yayaing the sisterhood”? The taking of LSD during work hours? Waking a deeply burned victim from its coma just to ask questions? Taking a tick from a 15 years old vagina inside an elevator? "Tell Cuddy I want Ketamine." I sure won’t.
On the deeper side, we have considerations on medical gaze and the nature of eccentricity, irony, and the isolation of genius. But maybe we shouldn’t ask more from TV than just mindless fun time, should we?
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