The Floating Red Couch is the couch parked squarely in front of my 42" Sony LCD. It is the site of most of my observations about cinema and media and et cetera over the last five or so years. It is covered with dog hair and baby germs.

-SPOILER ALERT-

I might give away spoilers.  I have to.  It's my way of actually talking about the movie.  I aways feel guilty and try to talk around spoilers.  I don't wanna be rude, you know.  And I don't want to have to always write -SPOILER ALERT- because I have a weird thing about how that looks.

(I know a lot of you do that, so no offense, I'm in the minority here on the whole SPOILER ALERT-issue)

So, I guess what I'm saying is...that this is my SPOILER ALERT.... you know?  I hope it doesn't make you stop reading, because, most of the time, its not even a good spoiler anyway.  You know?  Like who cares that Liar, Liar ends by Jim Carrey getting back the ability to lie, but choosing to tell the truth thus truly improving the relationship between his young son and him?

See, like if you didn't know that, does it ruin the movie for you now?

Besides, I pretty much only watch movies on video and most of them are old enough so that you probably already know.

Tell you what, if it's a big spoiler -- I'll do my best.