After extending my stay to cover a few more films -- here are my reviews of Crawford and Forgetting Sarah Marshall -- I found myself low on funds here in Austin. So I took a one-night temp job as bouncer in a biker bar. Fortunately, I was able to flash my new tattoo to get myself some badass cred.
A couple of drunken rowdies tried to start a fight by saying Jean-Luc Godard was the only true genius of the French New Wave. But they shut up pretty damn fast when I got medieval on them with a pool cue. Deconstruct that, suckas!