Fireworks and missing the point

First things first. The new face of fat self-loathing pervert comedy is Jonah Hill. That's my Lock of the Week.

I took 2006 and gave it a month by month appraisal of it's out put and the results were less than encouraging. By default Final Destination 3 was the best film of February and it only got worse by April. Like sports, movies don't make sense anymore. Nothing released this year was any good with Brick and Hostel clearly, cllleeaarly, the cream of the crop. Joseph Gordon-Levitt, where did that come from? Did anyone have a clue what was going on? All those years, all those Third Rock marathons, I never would have geussed. On a side note, can Jay Hernandez (One of only two men to play Carlito Brigante!) get any funnier, ever? Even when he's getting digits shredded off I just want to pinch his puffy alchoholic cheeks. He's so crazy/beautiful he doesn't even know it. Why was Brick so good? Because everything else was really just so lifeless or terrible. Am I watching too many mainstream movies? Not enough movies at all? None more Batman? I need answers. That's it. Oh yeah and the funniest movie moment of the year is when Alex jizzes all over that guy's mom in Grandma's Boy.

Rebuttal?