Barney Baloney

Sometimes, when reading a particularly good review, I get writer-envy. Other times, I just nod my head in recognition and respect.

This is one of those times.

What we have here is almost certainly the best line--and certainly the best closer--in film criticism this year:

After a meager 72 minutes, the man who once stretched an obsession with testicles into a five-film cycle remains as unknowable as ever.

Zing!