Just in case you’re wondering, I’m still alive, although you’d never know it from this Web site.
For those of you whose existence feels meaningless without my wisdom, I’ll run through all the movies I’ve watched recently but won’t be writing essays about. (You’ll still be lacking wisdom, but something is better than nothing, right?)
You might think it’s dismissive to dispense with these seven labors of love in 17 syllables apiece, and you’d be correct. And you might wonder how Balthazar Getty shows up in two of these movies, and it’s an excellent question to which I have no answer.
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The Psychopathic Chicken (and Other Lessons of Evolution)