Oliver lost me with his JFK manifesto. He's like the batshit crazy neighbor that sits on the porch and pontificates on everything, imparts nothing, and we all try and duck his house when we see him lurking. Unless he has the good stuff that week, that is.
Oliver, you nut, you lost me with your first bromance fist-bump with Hugo Chavez. The second was redundant.
Damn! the size of Oliver's Stone, jeez.
Stone thinks he's Clive Owens in the first reel of Children of Men...