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Here I go again. Getting obsessed over a chunk of media. The object of
my obsession this time? Brick. I just signed up for the forums, the
first step in a downward spiral of angry rants, cussing, and general
drama.

I signed up to see if there were any theories on what one main character
whispered into the other's ear at the very end of the film. Apparently
its supposed to be completely audible but depending on the quality of
your theatre's speakers results may vary. My results weren't that
great.

Theories range from those that are in accordance with mine (even though
you probably won't see the movie, dear reader, I love it too much to
spoil it) to the Tootsie Pop theory (the world may never know) to the
bizzare.

I hate when I get like this. Normally I'm a laid back guy that
understands everyone has their own theories and ways and no one is
particularly better than the others. Well when it comes to people
talking about media I love I feel they are all retarted thirteen year
old n00bs or snobby lonely uppity middle-aged wannabe art students with
too much time and not enough brains. Either way, they are wrong and I
am wright. Unelss they agree with me, of course.

I well understand this is a microscopic manifestation of the
interolerance that makes things like religious wars and the like happen
every day. But goddamn it I just cannot help myself. You are wrong. I
am right. Why argue? haha Would I go to war for Brick if there were
some weird battle between movies for title of Best Movie Evar OMG?
Yes. Would I kill some people? Probably not. But they'd know they
were in a fit by golly.

I'm sure I will get lots and lots and lots (did I mention lots?) of
chances to practice patience, equanimity, and the ability to supress
the urge to punch through the Internet and knock some teeth out.

SERENITY NOW!

- BuddhaDave