I laughed a lot while also feeling sick to my stomach. As subtle as a sledgehammer, almost obnoxious… and yet it might as well be a documentary. Is it elegant? Is it art? Who the fuck cares?
A comedy only in the bleakest way, satire only in the sense that the whole world has become a parody of itself. Appalling and amusing in equal measure.
The height of poor taste. Grants notorious men even more notoriety by giving voice to their inexcusable “travails,” thereby feeding their self-absorption.
Funnier even than the first film, nonstop self-deprecation that doles out well-deserved smacks to about 817 Hollywood things that desperately deserve it.
Winners are indicated. I got 16/24. Pretty good, if I may say so myself.
A debauched end-of-empire horror story disguised as an outrageous comedy, with remarkable performances from Leonardo DiCaprio and Jonah Hill.
Does Matthew McConaughey’s full-body drawl doom him in the fast-zombie uprising? Will Ryan Gosling survive global warming because he’s totally hot already?
I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.
When are “lovable” movie losers even more (allegedly) lovable? When they’re all foreign and arthousey, of course!
It’s astonishing how often I am “accused” of being biased — or “biast,” as a reader once blasted at me — as if there were something extraordinary or unusual or unlikely or uncriticly about this…