Or Maybe See If He Needs Help
Imagine that, the first thing that came to that low iq mind was to whip out his phone and hit record, instead of trying to render aid. pic.twitter.com/eA3OlwG7LT
— Liberacrat™️ (@Liberacrat) September 1, 2025
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Questions asked.
I am looking forward to Coyote vs. Acme. Can’t think of anything else on the horizon that seems worth the time.
via Ambush Predator:
I hope that ICE investigates Bobby Nunez’s extended family and friend circle for illegals in need of deportation.
I say “Ambush Predator” instead of “Xenosmilus” to honor JuliaM‘s persistence in the face of multiple pre-Elon Twitter bans.
I’ll wait and see it on DVD…if the reports are good. I now rely extensively on my library. If a movie turns out to be good enough for multiple viewings I buy a DVD.
Thing is, I like going to the movie theatre. Movies show to their best advantage on a big screen & there aren’t the distractions found at home.
David says “Share ye links and bicker” but that is a reasonable point of view.
It’s so tiresome…and weird.
Depends on where you are sitting in the theatre and how good the print is.
Regarding distractions, there are no screaming kids, nobody jackbatting around on phones, no “youths” running amuck, nobody throwing trash on the floor (neither are my floors sticky), my bathrooms are clean, I can have adult beverages without having to pay a premium, and a bowl of popcorn doesn’t cost half the GDP of Djibouti.
I can also start the damn thing whenever I want and if a DVD or streaming film has ads, I can fast forward through them.
I personally prefer to watch movies at home because (1) I have a large screen TV and a high quality hi-fi. (2) Immediate availability of inexpensive high quality snacks and drinks. (3) I can take a bathroom break, or even split my viewing between widely separated time periods. (4) I can rewind when the actors mumble. (5) I can “walk out” if the movie proves uninteresting without feeling I’ve wasted lots of money plus driving time. (6) I don’t have to spend inordinate time negotiating a theater and time with multiple people. (7) No loud or slovenly people around me, and no dirty seats. (8) Did I mention the price of tickets?
But all that said, I can respect the point of view of those who really want that big theater experience.
I do find such ads very annoying. Dear Disney et al: I’ve already paid for the damn movie. Why must I repeatedly click to get past a series of ads?
And then there are the TV and movie DVD’s with cute animated menus that you are forced to view before you are allowed to click “play” or select an episode. Yeah, it was amusing the first time, but that declined exponentially with each viewing.
This applies to islam, leftism, trans-ism, etc.
“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family?” ~ Solzhenitsyn
I’m of a cynical bent and therefore I believe that that is exactly the plan – engineer a flashpoint where some unsympathetic oik does serious injury to a sympathetic Public Safety Officerette, justifying a brutal crackdown with armed officers.
Dune is one of those books that I don’t think is filmable, at least not as anything less than a multi-hour mini-series. It’s a James Michener novel and all attempts to film it have left so much on the cutting room floor that the result is either anemic or inchoate.
I personally thought Bullet Train, in the same time period, was cracking good entertainment. It knows exactly what it’s about. Similarly, the John Wick movies are solid value for money.
I have a 65″ 4K TV and a midrange 8K 7.2 AV receiver. I paid more for the chair I sit in to watch movies than I did the entirety of the electronics. Theatres are going to have to offer a significant price or experience advantage over that.
You can put people in prison. Or you can run your entire society like a prison.
Our ruling class prefers the latter option. The true reasons are not hard to deduce.
Again: they are literally retarded.
You must not say “retarded”. That’s mean. Instead say “diverse”.
I’ll let myself out now.
This applies to islam, leftism, trans-ism, etc.
Good, but the last part is niggling me. It might be carelessly phrased, but it also speaks to an ideological muscle memory in white people, where even if they pluck up the courage to stand up for themselves and say that the rules in their own countries are for the flourishing of their own people, a principle that’s unobjectionable for every other race in its racial home, they can’t rest their case there, and if there’s an awkward silence or a protest from uninvited guests, just shrug. Whites don’t feel they’re quite on safe ground until they bring up how other races benefit from the unique openness of their system, thereby circling back to the premise that white countries derive their moral legitimacy from how welcoming and non-discriminating they are to aliens.
I’m old enough to remember broadcast tv where you saw something once and had to wait for summer for the reruns …and, oh yes, we didn’t get our first color tv until 1966 when I was 12. So going to the movies was an experience. Heck, going to a first run movie at some of the old movie palaces in Hollywood was a special event one dressed up for. It was akin to going to a great stage play. An immersive experience that even a big screen tv with great sound system just can’t capture.
The Other Half likes those, rather more than I do. Some fun fight choreography, but not really my bag, man. I’m wearied by the endless gunfire. I sort of see the appeal, the aesthetic, theoretically, but don’t feel it. If you see what I mean.
Again, the last time I left a cinema feeling I’d had an unequivocal good time was back in 2018. Avengers: Infinity War and Mission: Impossible – Fallout, both of which were belters, surprisingly, and both of which were followed by decidedly inferior sequels. They were, I think, the peaks of their respective franchises.
Yes. As I’m sure I’ve said before, the films are certainly crafted and very handsome – and the sub-bass very loud – with artful explosions, spectacular vistas, and miles of billowing chiffon. But in terms of emotional drama, for me, for the most part, they sort of drift by, at a distance.
I found the films both intermittently intense – or at least loud – and a bit of a slog. They look great, and are impressively thunderous, with plenty of solid shots and scenes. But overall, as an unfolding story, a saga, I didn’t find the experience of watching them particularly gripping.
A modest proposal.
What struck me was the moral morony. There’s just self, nothing else.
“I see your obvious predicament, being inches away, and could help you with little difficulty or inconvenience, but instead I’m going to stand and film you, jeeringly, before uploading your humiliation for my own aggrandisement.”
Not ideal, really.
Speaking of inappropriate mockery, there are some photos going around from a medical center, specifically women’s healthcare, where the medical employees photograph and mock the residue left behind on the paper after a pelvic exam.
In that same thread are other stories of the ineptitude and unprofessionalism at that medical center.
What the hell has happened to everyone? There’s no way anyone would even halfway entertain such an idea before we all went into the Upside Down.
Subtitles!
Any day now, the year of the Diamond Dogs.
And now I have an earworm embedded.
The last time I left a cinema feeling I’d had a completely satisfying experience, well worth the time and effort, was… back in 2018, I think.
The last time for me was the latest Deadpool movie because I enjoyed the character then. EnoyED. Past tense. Now, I would be unlikely to go due to fatigue of knowing too much or seeing too much of a person, in this case Ryan Reynolds. He and his wife have been shown to be bullies and I absolutely despise his Mint Mobile ads that pop up (his Aviation gin sucks, too, I’ve tried it).
Hearkening back to the comment regarding why Hollywood is not doing so well, I will again use the word fatigue. Do celebrities know that there can be too much of a good thing, that no, we don’t want to know their thoughts on every facet of life? They are in the dreamworks industry and I think a successful actor/singer/dancer/performer maintains the fantasy about themselves. They are there to make the movie, not for the movie to make them.
I see names pop up suddenly as “stars” and wonder who the hell is this? As an example, where the fuck did Pedro Pascal come from? Never heard of him and suddenly – BAM! He’s everywhere.
Dune is one of those books that I don’t think is filmable, at least not as anything less than a multi-hour mini-series.
I am surprised that no one has done that with my favorite sci-fi novel, Stranger in a Strange Land. Surprised and perhaps grateful.
Speaking of inappropriate mockery, there are some photos going around from a medical center, specifically women’s healthcare, where the medical employees photograph and mock the residue left behind on the paper after a pelvic exam.
JFC.
My latest escape from the realities of the world is to watch the Instagram reels (I am not on TikTok) of one Larry Pennington, a gracious Southern 79-year-old who most days gives us his outfit of the day and that of his husband, Dave. It is just so lovely to see two men exhibit care about their appearance and Larry exudes a bearing of a bygone era.
Should I ever see them in a bar, drinks shall be sent over from me.
A manufactured celebrity?
I know nothing about nearly all celebrities and entertainers, and prefer it that way.
Again, not unfair.
Inevitably:
Disgrace.
Having watched the video and its now-familiar trajectory, the one we almost always see, I still find myself trying to understand the thought process, such as it is.
I mean, having been indulged with sanity-testing patience by the police officers, and having been given endless opportunities to de-escalate, the feral sow chooses to brandish a sixteen-inch knife and run towards the police officer, as if she could just stab her to death and then, well, what – everything would be fine?
To quote from Modern Family, back when it was funny, “What’s the plan, Phil?”
It was akin to going to a great stage play. An immersive experience that even a big screen tv with great sound system just can’t capture.
True for, as you say, the old grand theatres, but let’s face it, these days the typical movie joints are the Spirit airlines of cinema.
“English”: Child snatcher Alvina Omisiri Agba “hails from Luton, England”
[ Titivates store-bought pizza with extra cheese, chillies. ]
Cook, cook, cook.
I agree that there should be hell to pay, as a violation of free speech rights.
But I’m not sure about the international aspect: Don’t nations customarily classify various acts as crimes even when committed overseas?
I would have guessed AA Birmingham but apparently that’s wrong.
This is a tricky one. IANAL (that is just not a great acronym) but I’d think the act would have to be a crime where it was committed.
Also, Mr. Linehan is an Irish citizen who was living in the U.S. when he made the tweets*. It’s hard to understand how the U.K. comes into this at all other then being mentioned in the tweets.
I imagine the lawyers will have great fun with this one.
*Per Uncle Grok, Linehan’s TL shows him moving to the U.S. in Dec ’24 and the ‘offending’ tweets are from April ’25 so unless he made them on a trip to the U.K. it’s a bit of legal imbroglio.
Well and good. My point was that, like Bullet Train, you get exactly what it says on the tin. You’re not going to be surprised by a movie that says John Wick on it but turns out to in fact be about the heroic struggles of an obese black lesbian. In a wheelchair.
That said, I’ve lamented before that Hollywood seems to have completely forgotten what an audience demographic is. I suspect they would assume you and I want the exact same kinds of films.
Related, as predictable as the sunrise.
I watched the 2012 film Battleship, based on the game, and… enjoyed it.
I feel better for having shared that with you.
Today, great stage plays are attended mostly by geriatric, liberal women with natural grey, unnatural grey or blue rinse hair, wearing more floral patterns than Volkswagen had seat covers in the 60s. The last play I went too was in a theatre that held about 300. There were maybe 20 men. We gave each other secret, sheepish looks when our wives weren’t looking. There were, maybe, 25 people under the age of 50.
I watched the 2012 film Battleship, based on the game, and… enjoyed it.
I love that movie! My favorite part is when they grab the old timer war vets manning the floating museum and get the old battleship seaworthy again. It’s good escapist fun, a humans battle an alien invasion story.
I think the last movie I saw in the theater that I enjoyed was the 2017 redneck heist adventure story Logan Lucky. /shrug. I know I don’t have highbrow literary or cinematic tastes – but I do love a good story. That’s what’s missing in Hollywood today; all they seem to make anymore is The Message smothered in CGI and spectacular effects – all sound and fury, signifying nothing, and boring as all heck.
Whoa whoa whoa whoa…wtlf? This guy is not even a UK citizen? And this wasn’t (prominently) mentioned in any of the (granted few) reports that I saw? Why isn’t this the most prominent part of the story? What the UK decides to do to its own people is the King’s business but to do this to people of a foreign republic…so called anyway…and no one seems to be significantly bothered by that aspect? Now I gotta go digging on that subject.
Sorry to hear that. It would, of course, depend on the play. In the 70s I saw both “Tommy” and “Hair” at the Aquarius Theater in Los Angeles and I guarantee you, no one that was my grandma’s age at the time was there.
I haven’t been to a big production play in years (as expensive as trying to go to a football game … sheesh) But community theater *can* offer some fun stuff. “Noises Off” works much better in its original form as a play.
Personally, I enjoy live productions — plays, concerts, stand-up comedy — more than film because there is an energy between performer and audience that doesn’t exist between film and audience.
(I never went beyond community theater, but had fun doing it back in the day)
My work here is done.
Does American Eagle even sell hammocks?
It was the commentary from the sidelines in the final scene that caught my attention.
Cinder blocks, chicken wire, some assembly required.