Well, SNL already tried to pull out the Festrunk Brothers a couple of years ago, so I’m guessing it’s going to be like this: Gumby; Mr. Robinson; James Brown; Buckwheat; and finally Shabazz K. Morton selling avocado toast.

Stallone Alone

Nice to see Laura Dreyfuss getting a spot on the cast too.

Can I just say that this will be the last time I’ll ever appear in Kinja?

Nothing about being Lyle Vandergroot in George of the Jungle? Hmm.

OK, I’ll give you that - I don’t know a single actor who could make Lucas’ scripts actually work.

I’m sure I saw a “SUPPORT OUR STORMTROOPS” banner in the crowd somewhere...

I’ll be honest - the Special Edition re-releases of the original trilogy had already kind of prepared me for impending disaster when I saw Phantom Menace in the theater. But even that didn’t prepare me for Jar-Jar Binks. Greg Proops (who I loved from Whose Line Is It Anyway?) as the pod racing announcer was the final…

As wholly awful as The Phantom Menace actually was, this teaser poster was one of the greatest I’ve ever seen. It sparked so many imaginations, and maybe that’s why when people saw the actual movie it was such a crushing disappointment.

Oh, for sure. He plays the balance of terror and leadership so well.

How many ages? Enough so that people were pre-ranking it as the greatest back in the 80s? ‘Cause that’d be cool.

To me, this is Patient Zero for the case that a good film score can absolutely make people think a movie is better than it actually is.

The only thing I think Saving Private Ryan did exceptionally well - revolutionarily well - was that during the opening beach assault, it clearly showed what war really is without the dramatic stylishness that hangs over most movies about war. It’s fear, it’s random luck, it’s rolling a guy over and finding a hole…

You think you’re mad now, wait until you see a new list 10 years from now about how 2008 was the greatest year for film ever.

Well, no, because I think the slant of this article goes more toward “THE CRAFT OF FILM” rather than movies that were generally entertaining.

The only thing I know about The Talented Mr. Ripley is that it made Tommy Wiseau cry.

Depends on your style guide. We have a bespoke style guide where I work and our cutoff is double digits (e.g., eight, nine, 10, 11... etc.); always excepting, of course, when non-date numerals begin a sentence.

See, I disagree, because H.I. was all about that in Raising Arizona. In fact, it was the stark discrepancy between his disheveled and slightly unhinged look and the Coen Brothers’ dialogue tumbling out of his mouth like a bunch of brain Legos that made the character memorable.

This was the movie that taught my kids the meaning of the word “flibberdigibbit.”

You have to consider the context of the times. In 1987 Cher was cresting the wave of her diva popularity, and Nic Cage wasn’t yet the glorious gatekeeper of the insane that he would eventually become - it was a slam dunk for the marketing team to make it Cher’s poster, even though the actual movie is not even really…