Angie Tribeca begs to differ.

I’ve been thinking the same thing for a few weeks, and I’m glad someone else said it. Seems like the perfect Hollywood anti-campaign...

The irony is that the film is about the pitfalls of angry people needing to put their anger elsewhere, and how displacing anger onto other people or situations will only reap more anger in re-turn.

It seems like 1997 Week comes earlier every year.

That would be an amazing movie plot, though—a director asks the government to release a terrorist for a movie about his attempted act of terroism, the terrorist decides that he’s got one more chance to strike against the Great Satan, and everyone on set is constantly having to work around this one guy who is literally…

I bet it’s still not as scary as the nightmare of Chevy Chase becoming Chevy Chase.

Another good example of that principle is the Nirvana boxed set. Halfway through one of the discs the original drummer changes to Dave Grohl and it’s like someone suddenly switched on the lights in a pitch black room.

Man, there are a lot of contrarian dipshits commenting on this.

Paul McCartney is widely recognized as one of the best bass players that ever lived.

Here, I tried, too:

First: what happened to Uma is a travesty, and I hope there are serious consequences.

I think the problem here is that somebody clearly has.

Being sexually assaulted by a “running couch” sounds like the most horrifying inanimate object assault since Ellen Burstyn got eaten by her refrigerator in Requiem for a Dream.

I am so ridiculously excited about The Big Sick getting a screenplay nod. Its a really tough category this year, but I hope that they pull out a win. I’m also hoping Greta wins for Director and Get Out pulls a ridiculous upset for Best Picture.

NASCAR ketchup.

Janet also learned how to be passive aggressive,

So, uh, what other word does “Alec Baldwin” sound like?

Follow-up newswire: People of Saudi Arabia immediately demand film ban be reinstated.

I laughed out loud when Tammy revealed that the cell number had a 201 area code (North Jersey resident here).

Anyone else have fond memories of the super awkward commercials that were caused by ER always being scheduled behind a pair of sitcoms, so you’d get wacky music and a guy sounding kind of like Weird Al, which abruptly turns deadly serious as a Don LaFontaine voice adds “Then on an all new ER...”