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Zombieland is the grossest teen-inflected romcom I've ever seen. And I read in an interview with Woody Harrelson that that Twinkie was a vegan facsimile. He's pretty funny. So's that adorable Jesse Eisenberg, but I missed whatshername Juno, because the girls' parts were typically underwritten. They did what they could, and I admired Emma Stone's eyeliner and pout. Overall, not as tickling as Pineapple Express or Hangover, or to compare it to something in the same vein Shaun of the Dead, but still laffy, with a few "I'm totally gonna start saying that a lot" lines. I agree about Garland, TX. The best part is Bill Murray, but I don't wanna spoil it for you.

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The Stepfather contains John Locke (with full-frontal and backal nudity), a deeply troubled-yet-prescient teen girl (more frontal and backal nudity), not one but TWO shower scenes, wigs and other late 80s hairpieces, an awesome rusted-out muscle car, some of the worst expository dialogue evah, a highly fanciful plot based on an utterly whack true crime, and a damn fun (and bloody with knives and a classic attic gag) climax. Also it gave me nightmares.

Or you can opt to see the 2009 REMAKE. Because that's how the 21st Century rolls.

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Public Enemies. What? Who are all these people getting shot? Set in bygone days when the criminals were populist instead of corporate, even Johnny Depp cannot save this one. Perhaps Christian Bale should have thrown a tantrum during filming.

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Moon riffs on both 2001 and Blade Runner (both of which are favorites), among others. And Sam Rockwell plays ping-pong against himself. I loved the model miniatures, and Gerty the computer. Also, director Duncan Jones is A) adorable and B) David Bowie's son.

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My favorite part in Night Moves in when Gene Hackman is on the boat on his way to get the sunken valuables with whatshername and he's leaning back with his arms spread out and says in a somewhat accusatory tone, "Your erect nipples."

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The Hurt Locker was boring.

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To Live & Die in L.A. had a really really really really REALLY stupidbadawfulimpossible ending, but Gil Grisom was pretty hot and I enjoyed the wardrobes, cars, hairstyles, the "evil artist" as played by Willem Dafoe, and even the music by Wang Chung.

In other words: 1985.