Scrappin’ and Yellin’ and Mixin’ It Up

05 Aug | films / personal | 3 comments

After about eight years of citing American History X as my favorite movie without any serious consideration that anything else might even compete, I’ve come to a realization: it’s been supplanted.

Midway through the (estimated… and I’m totally serious about the number) hundredth or so viewing of the usurper earlier tonight, I realized that it has done what I thought impossible: it’s come to mean more to me than American History X.

When Margot told Richie, “I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that,” through the tent flap, it hit me: The Royal Tenenbaums is my new favorite film.

This is a big fucking deal to me.


  1. Billy Nitro

    Whenever I came on your face through the tent flap, it hit you: 1,001 Gay Cum Shots will never be the same.

  2. Andey

    that line just punched me in the stomach.

  3. tony

    It was a bit shocking when I realized the same thing. Only my former was “the Princess Bride,” and it wasn’t decided by any particular scene.