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Here’s how I see it. James Franco is to dudes as Gwyneth Paltrow is to ladies. That is to say, divisive. Both loathed and adored in equal measure. Yes?
My two cents? I’d have a semi-drunken conversation with him in a bar. (Which is a euphemism my friend and I made up. Guess what it means?!?)
Yeah, I don’t have anything funny to say, or really anything to add at all, but yes, LADIES WANT THIS.
Everybody Otter Have A Maid? (I guess that’s for the Otter Sondheim song BNPG.)
Oooh, that’s a really great one.
OMG. This is also my ALL-TIME FAVOURITE. I was explaining it to someone the other day and he told me he’d never seen a Cary Grant movie. Never! Bah.
Kudos to us, for having the best taste.
You joke, but — have you beaten the first level yet?
A friend pointed this out: at the end of the episode, when Jack demands to give his money to a Canadian, Lorne Michaels’s name pops onscreen.
LIKEWISE! [holds up sign, Norma Rae-style, with a picture of a bottle of Molson on it]
Thanks, Kate. Community’s sincere Barenaked Ladies references evened it out, I guess.
Bit of a bummer: the 30 Rock Canadian jokes made me sad, you guys.
Can we just have drunk Jim all the time for the rest of the season?
“It’s never too early to talk to your son about sexual assault. In utero, for example.”
5:15 is not a moment too long for this song, but in fact a perfectly appropriate length.
I love Paul Feig. I love most of that cast. I love Jon Hamm. But does the first movie that’s supposed to usher in a new kind of “female comedy” (whatever that is) have to be about a bunch of women in a bridesmaid party? With a single female lead upon whom everyone looks with pity simply because she’s single? (Is that still a thing?) And do they have to be in bubblegum pink dresses on the poster? Yeesh.
I would even go so far as to say improved upon. Gosh, he’s delightful.
Also, anything that uses “Stardust” as a score.
I’m glad somebody said it! Once the shenanigans started, I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
“Josh Brolin’s Face & Megan Fox’s Accent”? Come on now.
A nearly Jim-less episode of The Office hardly seems fair, right?
Isn’t he IMPOSSIBLY charming?
She’s in character as Lisa Cholodenko, obviously.
I know, right? (Hello, fellow book jacket design nerd!)
Oh, Sex and the City 2 was really, really awful. I second this.
Judy Garland’s version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” is the best. Ever. Because of the line, “until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow.” (Even Sinatra changed that one to make it more cheery.)