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4:57pm: Paris Is a Great City But the French Are Rats
As you may know, Pixar has released a new movie called Ratatouille. At first glance, it seems like a cute movie about a rat with a talent for cooking who overcomes all obstacles and prejudice to become a great chef.
Superfrenchie blogger Flocon knows better:

( It's not true that all the French write tl;dr. )

A lot of going back and forth in the comments about the symbolism of various animals, who exactly in the movie can cook, if it's offensive to portray Paris as a romantic city, and whether or not that joke was offensive (and what it really meant).
Oh, and have I mentioned that the OP safely lives in Paris, where the most French-bashing he's exposed to is the occasional polite request for directions to the Eiffel Tower?

10:41pm: Face the facts: your movie sucks
There's nothing in the world more painful than a Uwe Boll movie. Nothing. You could be sitting in the emergency room with an exploded appendix, a 12 cm kidney stone, and going into labor--all at the same time--and at least comfort yourself with the fact that you're not watching one of his movies.

Of course, that doesn't stop him.( Teal Deer editorializing under the cut. )

Still, I'm waiting for the day when Mr. Boll realizes that nobody outside his family likes his movies and takes his toys and goes away in a huff.

ETA: Wow, I went over the top there. I must remember not to post wanks until after I've slept.