Um… Million Dollar Baby is one of the best movies I’ve seen this decade. So, no…

I second this nomination. I had to suffer through this movie on a flight back from a lovely vacation in Italy this summer. It’s awfulness completely deflated my vacation high.

I said ‘loosely’. It was an amalgam of me and the author’s sister’s ex-boyfriend. I grew out of the ‘traveller’ thing long before I even left college – didn’t mean that I wasn’t still a semi-awkward stoner with unresolved man issues… and one of our other best friends was indeed named Mark. And there was always an underlying sexual tension there – even though both of us identified as predominantly straight. And no – I was never nearly that far gone [though I did end up getting an MA in Philosophy].

Funny thing though, a friend called me out of the blue last summer and said, ‘did you see the movie about you and Mark?’ And I was like, wtf? I was pretty amazed at the similarity in our gesticulations and speech patterns. For never having met me, Oldham did a bang up job impersonating me in that way.

Actually, its generally called ‘yelling’.

… Now the crazy escalators at 51st and Lex when you’re transferring between the 6 and the E are a totally different issue.

Hmm… apparently this film has some fans… go figure. I guess I never realized that the Scottish people are intrinsically cannibalistic – guess it’s time to give in to my genes