Columbia University’s Secondatorian is totally pumped today.

I saw this movie in a theater with reclining seats and tables and instead of corn dogs, you can eat grape leaves and drink a whole bottle of wine, by yourself. So the only thing I remember about it is this: when Brad Pitt becomes the most beautiful, age-appropriate, and muscled version of himself, everyone cheered, or gasped, or something. I guess because we had our guy back, for a moment.