“I love the scene in Deer Hunter where they play Russian roulette. I love, love that scene. So great. I love that scene in Goodfellas where Joe Pesci stabs the guy in the bar with the pen like [acts out the stabbing scene in dramatic fashion over the conference table]. I cannot say that that is definitely the greatest film scene of all time but that is a good one. Oh wait, no, maybe my favorite is the Daniel Day-Lewis scene in There Will Be Blood where he kills the guy at the bowling thing at the end of the movie and tells him, “You say you are not believing in God before” — like it’s his revenge to the guy who made him come to church before. That’s the best.”—Uwe Boll on his favorite movie scenes.
"Twin Peaks" was a big hit in Japan, so a coffee company called Georgia (which makes coffee in a can) contracted David Lynch to produce a series of four commercials, in which Dale Cooper solves the mystery of a vanished Japanese woman while drinking copious quantities of Georgia Coffee. A good chunk of the supporting cast also appears. The results are, well, freaking insane.
Commercials are in order, from first to last. There was supposed to be another set of four, but Georgia wasn’t happy with the first set and called it off.
“By misrepresenting—or misunderstanding—our food history, we make a realistic conversation about what to change and how to change it more difficult than it already is. America will not revert to a nation of family farms. Convenience will always be important. Seasonal and regional limitations on what we eat can only go so far. If Americans want to cook like their grandmothers, fine, but the fact is our grandmothers, by and large, made only a handful of meals, they made them over and over again, and they used plenty of shortcuts, courtesy of the industrial age. My grandmother’s cornbread, which still remains the gold standard for cornbread in my family twenty years after her death, began with a Martha White mix.”—Interesting article on the misguided romanticization of the family farm.
“For events to have actually moved this quickly is not far-fetched. M. J. often springs trips and appointments on me, in some cases literally overnight, knowing that if she removes the time factor, I won’t be able to generate bogus neurotic back-out plans. Many of the best vacation memories of my life I owe to these strategies, which prove again a useful principle for all couples: don’t try to change each other. Study and subvert each other.”—I’m a huge sucker for any reporting about Disney, but even if you’re not, John Jeremiah Sullivan’s "rough guide" to Disney World is astonishingly great.
Never, ever, ever, ever give up the remote. Women can’t handle the responsibility — it’s like they become afflicted with Temporary ADD. For one thing, when holding a remote, women lose all track of time (there’s no rational explanation for this, other than that they turn into the guy from ‘Memento’). They also can’t remember the actual buttons on the remote. They could be using it for 100 straight hours and it still seems as if they’re trying to operate a spaceship.
But here’s the biggie: Women can’t get easily thrown off track. When they start flipping channels, they try to adhere to that ‘Hey, I only have two minutes’ mindset, but then see George Clooney talking to Jules Asner on E!, so there’s 60 seconds right there — just them staring at George, like they have a friggin’ chance in the world. Then they see Jules and instinctively despise her, so they ask you if you think Jules is cute, and when you say yes, they come back with something sarcastic like ‘You would think she’s cute’ or ‘Yeah, it’s really tough to look good when you have nine people doing your makeup and hair and pampering you; I’m sure she looks great in the morning.’
Then they get angry, and suddenly five minutes has passed and you’re trying to swallow your own tongue. Plus you’re missing the game. Not good times.
“You probably feel like some sort of crippled, cupcake-hunting whale, listlessly bobbing in the ocean off the western coast of Mexico, hoping some merciful Ahab will happen upon you and order his big black Queequeg to hurl a harpoon into your heart, ending it all.”—Rob Delaney talks female body issues.
“Christ, he thinks, by my age I ought to know. You don’t get on by being original. You don’t get on by being bright. You don’t get on by being strong. You get on by being a subtle crook.”—Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall, p. 59.