Visually, Gods of Egypt was phenomenal. Could have been Clash of the Titans for a new generation.

Two words: SPACE TRUCKERS.

Oh please. I played my Wonderwall parody—“Uniball”—at a mostly empty open mic at a dismal suburban bar like everyone else.

As soon as I read “Resurrected Palpatine” I knew I was catching this one on the airplane.

TLJ got me more excited about Star Wars than I had been in 20 years.

And yet I love science fiction more than ever with The Expanse, rediscovering Ursula Le Guin...

More like “Star Snores,” amirite?

Is the new desert planet called...

Hot Take: The Goldfinch, the book was 800 pages of unbelievable boredom about characters no one could/should care about.

But did the cat not then offer a freshly made pitcher of sweet tea? How uncouth.

Ben Mendelsohn is Australian. See “Animal Kingdom” (film).

He may see ghosts... but he ain’t afraid of no ghosts.

Isn’t “Slimeball Patriots Fan” redundant?

I think that’s a backhanded compliment? I’m really unsure...

And then when Kenny Loggins goes to the shoe store and the clerk asks him how that pair he’s trying fits, he says...

I always liked to indulge my ignorance and pretend Schweinsteiger meant “pigfucker” in German.

Hate to see a Chubb go down.

My liver declared itself emancipated, but it keeps hanging around for all the free booze.

+1 oversized hot dog.

Wow—Mark Brunell played for Green Bay?