Today at The Onion AV Club, Nathan Rabin's review of The Rocketeer just comes completely unraveled, starting at the very beginning:

But The Man couldn't control our daydreams, so filmgoers continued to fantasize in the dark. Moviegoing is simultaneously a communal and anonymous endeavor. Lusting after the same handful of beauties binds filmgoers together. Drooling over Marilyn Monroe united fathers and sons, beatniks and squares, Americans and people who wish they were American on account of America being so awesome. USA! USA! USA! (Sorry 'bout getting jingoistic there. A little-known provision of the Patriot Act dictates that the phrase "USA! USA! USA!" must appear at least twice in all ongoing online columns lasting more than 120 entries.)

And it goes on like that for almost 600 words. Either Nathan Rabin is doing something very, very cool, or else he's bat-fucking insane and is just an imagined thumbs up away from strapping on some dread extensions and doing a one-man show of improvised slam poetry based on interviews with Howard Zinn and Russ Meyer.