Category: Assholes of the Cinema

If wars must be waged, thank the stars for men like Bull Meechum (Robert Duvall). Every last despicable act – from incendiary raids high above the clouds, to meat grinder extravaganzas that bleed nations white.

Maybe it was Robert Redford’s golden locks that distracted us. Or Streisand’s unmatched vocals during the opening credits.

I don’t mean to be so damned….well, assholish I guess would be the word.

Never before in the history of motion pictures has more been said about love without a single character doing a damn thing about it.

Furious T. Stiles. Okay, so maybe I made up the “T.” part, but when you’re that achingly close to Groucho’s Rufus T. Firefly in the Ridiculous Moniker Hall of Fame sweepstakes, you have to ad lib a little

Ah yes, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. We hardly knew ye. Defined as “a young woman with quirky and eccentric personality traits, who exists primarily to serve as the love interest for a male protagonist

Let’s be clear: if you’re actively dying, suffering any type of heart attack from mild to fuck it, or bleeding from the orifice of your choosing, do not, under any circumstances, walk through the sliding doors of Baptist Medical Center

He is the British working class in a single, stout, has-been of a frame. Hell, he just might stand in for the entire United Kingdom, circa 1969. Past moments, few and fleeting, remembered instead as unparalleled triumphs

Miss Jean Brodie is, as she will utter a good dozen times in the course of this film, “in her prime.” She has sacrificed everything for her craft, and “her girls” – the young ladies attending the Marcia Blaine School for Girls in Edinburgh, Scotland – are her raison d’etre.

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