The popcorn sold at the concession stand contains potassium benzoate.

I’d watch a prequel movie (or mini-series) about the lead up to the park, with a more book-faithful Hammond and centered on the staff trying to make it work in the face of Hammond’s impatience, cost-cutting, and the sheer technical challenges. Show Nedry trying to make the impossible automation work and then getting…

Turns out they’re very mean, so maybe they didn’t feel like dealing.

Keep ‘em coming and quick! BD Wong won’t live forever!

I mean, Barbie did utterly fail to talk about how the military-industrial complex conspired to keep the world in a state of perpetual war.

And all of Ian Malcom’s climate change denial!

I mean if they’re rebooting they could adhere to the book more closely, with the heroic lawyer character actually being one of the survivors instead of the dead hiding toilet weasel.

Damn this guy just can’t get over the clouds and how white they are now that he’s old, eh? With their big puffy whiteness all up in his sky! ‘GET OUTTA HERE YOU STUPID CLOUDS!’, he yells, angrily. 

I wouldn’t say it’s surprising.  He does have a bit of a reputation for outspokenness.

Well yeah, but it wasn’t out of respect for her privacy.  It was because if he names her she’ll have no choice but to publicly say yes I accused him of groping me because he did grope me, and there’s no way that turns out good for him.  

That was my thought when I read the headline, but it seems unlikely here. The discussion here came because of a sex scene that was in the latest episode of True Detective: Night Country, which aired last night. That’s why he was asked about intimacy coordinators.  

Dumb people like you only have the ability to think in these terms. 

It’s AVClub; everything is bizarre to them if it doesn’t fit their very narrow wheelhouse.

Before people start some guessing game, a reminder that if Eccleston had wanted to name the co-star, he would have named the co-star.

I definitely remember her soap-opera suicide attempt in her weirdly windswept music video apartment as one of the most ludicrous, impossible to take seriously scenes I had yet seen at the time.

Molly Ringwald turned out to be a surprisingly capable author though. I bought her first collection of short stories as a “Ha! Claire from The Breakfast Club thinks she can write! Yeah, right” ironic buy, but they were actually really good.

It’s so fucking trippy watching that film these days, where Charlie Sheen is the stable, morally-upright adult in the room, and Emilio’s the crazy one.

His greatest role was as the sleazy villain in Wayne’s World where his real-life reputation at the time really made the role believable.

For whatever it’s worth, a cousin of mine is married to someone who produced movies in the ‘80s and ‘90s, and he says Andrew McCarthy was the nicest person he ever met in Hollywood.

God, I wanted to sex up Andrew McCarthy when I was in high school and college and in the closet. Now nearly 40 years later, I’m out and I still want to.