Yeah, I was a little vague on the "beloved character" thing when I suggested Nicholson. Connery's definitely more apropos. I'm ashamed to say I was a big Tom Clancy fan as a kid, and I remember arguing about who should play Captain Ramius. I also fancast Clive Cussler's books, which thank God have mostly been…

OK, I had time to sleep on it, and I'm still grumpy. Part of the fun of Inventory is "I can't believe you forgot so-and-so", but leaving out minorities, mainstream literature, and the entire 20th century makes this a completely different Inventory than the headline suggests.

Wow. You've both outplayed the AV Club at their own game, and demolished the game itself. Bravo!

That's fine, but you're still not digging very deep into film history, if Sean Connery, Gregory Peck, or Clark Gable didn't come up — all these dudes played multiple beloved characters from books that were extremely popular at the time.

Better headline: "All-stars in adaptations of the only four books we've ever read."

Hollywood's pretty damn racist, but I think the world of popular books is even more racist — especially the bestselling genre books and comics this list focuses on. Put 'em together, and a whitewash is guaranteed.

Says a lot more about print media, I think.

Yeah, I realize Jack Nicholson's kind of obscure, but I thought I'd put it out there. There's also this other guy, Sean Connery, who did adaptations of The Man Who Would Be King, The Name of the Rose, The Hunt for Red October, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, plus some obscure 1960s spy novels, but I doubt people…

Much as I love her, Sophie Turner doesn't deserve to be on this list yet, but Sean Bean does. Also, the list focuses entirely on 21st century genre stuff. How about, say, Jack Nicholson (The Shining, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Departed, Prizzi's Honor, Witches of Eastwick, etc?)

Dammit, I was going to make a cheap bilingual trophy joke, but it turns out "participant" is already in french.

George Miller had better spray his face with silver paint as he accepts his Oscar.

Over Thanksgiving dinner, a friend of ours mentioned he hadn't seen it, so my wife demanded we drop everything and watch it immediately.

Should I have heard of this organization, or is this just last century's version of Some Guy On Twitter?

This kind of reveal, where the only thrill is the thrill of recognition, is kinda like people who think endlessly quoting The Simpsons or Monty Python counts as comedy.

His spin-off column for trainsexuals is called Tender Love.

The Saddest Rail Fan, stuck in the Valley, wishing his bus was a train.

It's obvious I don't have kids, isn't it?

Yeah, I love the way this show flips the script on cultural hegemony and appropriation.

Joe's not our hero.

The singer is Swedish, which might explain it.
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