Two thirty this morning I sat in bed wide eyed and restless. So I decided to throw in one of my favorite Sean Connery movies, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Honestly, I've loved the Indiana Jones trilogy since I was a little guy sitting in my dad's apartment, eating grilled cheese and playing with my Street Sharks. I refuse to see the new Jones installment. To me it just seems so stupid that they made a new one. The smartest thing George Lucas could have done was off himself around the early nineties, after he finished Indiana Jones, and before he started writing the Unholy Trilogy."I may have won 19 awards that you don’t feel I earned, but it’s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And you’re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Aren’t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, let’s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!).
I’m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why you’re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college and– with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unit—it bored the shit out of me.
I’m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I can’t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.
I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, you’re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. I’m sorry if you think I’m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. It’s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn’t." Source: Slashfilm
I'll leave you with this...
Bill Groundhog Day Ghostbustinass Murray.
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