Rawks!  Saw it at the theater even.  With the possible exception of Batman Begins, this is the first superhero flick that achieved proper suspension of disbelief by actually devoting the appropriate amount of time to the awkward beginnings of an emerging superhero character.  Bonus: Unlike the two-dimensional version in the comic books (<--pun?), this Tony Stark actually has the personality we're all hoping to see from Heath Ledger's Joker when the movie season next crests.

Nah, I'm fucking with ya.  Maybe I'll rent it when it's free from the library, but in the meantime, I'll stick to watching comedies that are actually funny and not filled with neurotic, aging women who I wouldn't even want to see naked at this point.  For example...

It never seemed to find the audience it deserved, but it is honestly this generation's Porky's.

A somewhat abrupt and anti-climactic finish to an otherwise consistently good (if consistently over-the-top) series.  Unlike 99% of the tv-to-movie spin-offs currently in production, I would welcome this one if they ever went that route.

Out of desperation, the writers are alternately going two very different paths: really bad or somewhat experimental.  My advice: I don't care if it isn't AMA approved, only one of these two choices isn't really bad.

Wow.  Total crap.  Lots of discussion by complete outsiders about a band they've likely never even met.  No discussion about the music, just armchair psychoanalysis of Axl that we all finished with sometime around when they made this.  Even the title is a lie (no pun on my part on the 2nd album) since they devote almost as much time to the entire back catalog as the first album.

I've heard G'n'R described as the band with the most squandered talent.  Well, this is something different, a project with lots of potential squandered by an almost complete lack of talent on the part of everyone involved.

A depressing hour-long sort-of documentary/sort-of comedy concert (at a small venue) that is largely improvised, and it just plain doesn't work.  Seriously, this looks like a series of outtakes with only occasional flashes of inspiration, mainly from Zach playing his fictional twin brother in portions of the mockumentary.  The rest of the time the audience squirms through an uncomfortable series of experiments that don't warrant the presence of a camera crew... or that poor audience for that matter.  There are a lot of bad comics I wish were dead, but watching one of the ones I usually root for die on-stage for this long in one viewing is not my idea of a good time.

In general, I like watching the movie and then the deleted scenes separately.  After all, there's usually a reason why they're deleted.  Here, with all of them restored from their rightful place on the cutting room floor, it feels like the in-flight movie on a trip to the moon and back in a film that really wasn't that great to begin with.

Good, but depressing Best Foreign Film nomination.  I don't even want to revisit it with this description.  Here's all you need to know: Africa and AIDS.  Yep.

I'm hanging in here because there's a legion of Buffy die-hards who swear this show gets better eventually.  If they're lying, I'm getting a wooden stake.

I see where they're going here.  Very slowly, but I get it no matter how fast they talk about everything else to distract me.

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