Is any other liberal out there as uncomfortable with this guy on "our" side as I am?

Word of advice, Marty: take that trip of yours to Iran or Iraq or whatever the hell desert appeals to you and try to get away from your totally overbearing self for about 10 or 20 years. Then come back and tell us all about our world and your esteemed place in it .

If things continue at this incremental, equivocating, principle-free pace, the WH just might get its wish...a manned-up Weiner candidacy for the Democratic presidential nomination in 2012 backed by the full-throated, passionately energized support of progressives throughout the totally fed-up US of A.

What Larry need, man, what he need is for someone to get on up into that asshole of his. Thass right. Kick the door down to that asshole of his and crawl right up in there. And not wid no damn hazmat mask neither. I’m talkin’ ‘bout a big red markin’ pen. You know what I mean? Get on in there wid that markin’ pen, man, and write all over dem walls, “Larry, you stink, and I ain’t talkin’ bout yo shit man neither; it’s deese dumb scripts you been writin’ man. Pee-Yooo-Tread. Diarrhea wid a laugh track funnier then what you bin writin’ lately, man. You hearin’ me? This fresh new shit of yours bin Married-wid-Children not funny. It bin One-Day-at-a-Time not funny. It bin that 70’s Show not funny.” Yeah, someone gotta write dat all over them asshole walls of Larry’s. And then take out your staple gun. No, fuck dat. Take out your nail gun and start nailin’ some a dat good ol shit of Larry’s up there on his asshole walls. Like that Seinfeld one where George pulls the golf ball outta the whale’s blow hole or where he’s redoin’ his weddin’ vows wid Cheryl…now that one hot ass right dere, man. While you at it, I go climb up in her asshole and leave a message.

Long time fan of the show here who is just bewildered at how bad it's been this year. Each Sunday I come away grasping at another explanation for it. At first it was going to be Larry was actually having a dream of what life would be like if he was just who he was without being funny. Then I thought well maybe he's saving all this year's best stuff for the reunion episodes, so these recent ones have just been quick knock-offs. Then this Monday when I got a work and a fellow fan greeted me with guffaws over the pissing on Christ chubby middrift episode, I concluded the problem must be me. Maybe I've moved on, but I'm going to stick with it to the end just to be sure...Larry is the King after all.

After reading the review I hurried over to add it to my Netflix queue, and (Mama Mia!) there it was ready to view in Instant Play. Andrew is dead-on in his review, but the disclaimer about not needing to know or care about Italy to get it may be a little misleading. As an avowed Italophile and somewhat of a student of its history (Midnight in Sicily is a great nonfiction account of the period covered in the film), the rat-a-tat-tat of names and killings had my head spinning. Though stylistically very different, it reminded me much of Altman's masterpiece on Nixon, Secret Honor, in its portrait of an utter narcissist at the moment when he realizes the world doesn't fully appreciate all the evil he's done on its behalf.

Filmmaker makes movie full of "shit," that he says he should have cut out.

Film critic prefaces review with more disclaimers than an insurance policy (Yes, it's pretentious. Yes, it's misogynistic. Yes, it's pornographic.), but then goes on to make Antichrist seem like must viewing for anyone interested in the nexus of madness and art.

Readers of review overwhelmingly refuse to go see film, thus meeting filmmaker’s aspirations and defying film critic's tortured ambivalence.

I'll throw myself into the mix. I loved Breaking the Waves, and would like to see this one. But I was beside myself when Scorsese threw the talking snake into the middle of Last Temptation of Christ...so no talking fox for me. And I walked out of Coma when Michael Crichton ran the beautiful young woman's brain through a saw...so no power drills to the leg for me. And then there was the Bergman film that featured a woman taking a broken piece of glass to her genitals (so traumatizing I can’t even recall the title), so I’ll have to pass on the scissors snip in this one. Too bad really, because I like art that provokes.

Gosh, I know it's a long way down from Andrew's adorable kids all dressed up in their mythic character duds to this, but this thread is perpetuating a myth of its own--that is that public schools are hot houses for socially adjusted citizens. When I home schooled my daughter, I would have insisted that she look at all the evidence before jumping to that conclusion. Seems like some of the posters here could have done with a little home schooling themselves...

1. Jeffrey Dahmer, Revere High School.

2. Timothy McVeigh, Starpoint Central High School.

3. Charles Starkweather Lincoln Northeast High School.

4. Ted Bundy, Woodrow Wilson High School

5. Eric Harris, Columbine High Schoo

6. Dylan Klebold, Columbine High School

7. Jim Jones, Richmond High School

8. Kenneth Bianchi, Gates-Chili High School in 1971

9. Richard Ramirez, Thomas Jefferson High School

10. OJ Simpson, Galileo High School