Dearest, purest Marissa,

You can do a lot better love letter-wise than nonsense promises made by Steve Falk at the end of commentaries that he couldn’t stand doing even though they’re completely his own damn fault, but here goes.  (And this is the last one I’m doing, anyone else who insists on sending angry demands, sitting through the Bratz commentary in its entirety is really your fault, not mine.  And I’m tired of writing love letters.  I know this is only my second one, but don’t you understand?  I’m so very tired.)  I figure since you are such a Pigs fan, Marissa, and clearly the same kind of movie junkie that we are, the best kind of sweet nothings I can whisper in your innocent ears are warnings about lame movies you may not have yet seen.  (If you have, well, again not my fault.) Continue reading The X-Files: I Just Want to Leave (A love letter for Marissa) →