If you want to see this film in your area but it's not available, call your local movie theater and ask for them to get it. Also, people who live in areas that are showing it, the opening weekend is CRITICAL for a small movie to get a wider distribution. If they don't hit a certain number that very first weekend, the…

this. maybe by like the third person who heard the title.

The man "stated he was a loner..."

What a coincidence. I "get a thrill" out of beating the ever living shit out of dudes who jerk off on me.

Not knowing what "Take Back the Night" is is fairly forgivable (were it not for Jezebel and the women's college next to mine I wouldn't have been aware of it), but you'd think someone at some point would have made the connection? Or that his label would at least have an intern to google song titles on big releases?

To me, #YOLO means that it's 2011. So. Maybe you should revise your application for 2013.

Is there a more privileged question possible?

There are several points I would like to make about this trend:

Damn, I thought that headline meant the sisters weren't actually sisters, and they were stolen off the streets as youngsters from different cities based on their similarity to each other and further manufactured to look alike and taught to be sisterly to please the public, like some weird California-based Carl Hiaasen…

It's like drunk découpage.

Looks like it's made of fondant.

The GIFs Jezzies put up are sometimes more entertaining than the actual article.

That gif has hyp-no-tized me.....

Just read the synopsis of Sharknado and was like "But there can't be a hurricane in Los Angeles!"

I don't think I have the distance or perspective to read my 8th grade diary, and I'm 30.

I think I love you.
Don't agree, but love you anyway.

What the holy eff is up with these godawful shoes? This looks like the lower half of someone from 1991 who couldn't decide if they were geek or goth and forgot the rest of their pants at home...

What ever happened to having a modicum of mystery about one's person? Sometimes I wonder if we aren't regressing to the point where we'll all be running around in loincloths again.

I see this type of drooped buttock out walking the streets quite a bit these days, but my response is always:

The persepective makes these feet look like iridescent hooves!