quilty

That Harry Potter...he's bigger than Jesus now.

I, in my immensely dorky way, liked the third film so much! An adorable story, and lots of old British people for me to be in love with.

Wait! What's that behind you? Oh, that's just my huge, throbbing love for Gary Oldman.

Today, a friend suggested that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is ripe for a remake.
A) It could not possible hope to surpass the original.
B) About five people would go to see it. They would all be arty-intellectual bastards, and I would be one of them.