"Fly, be free!"

"that's what happens when you've got luminaries like James Cameron who used to work for you" - so… that's what happens when you don't have James Cameron any more?

I can't wait for them to do a computer game adaptation of Brian Aldiss' "Report on Probability A". You'd have a little telescope, and you would have to go around observing things - whilst being observed, by people who are being observed.

Besides which, if you shoot someone, you're basically giving them your bullets. So you're actually helping them. Which isn't what you want.

Yeah, but what would you know about the films of Coleman Francis, Mr Flag on the Moon? Eh?

Now that was a good comment.

Is the solution going to be "push cabinet" or "smile"?

My recollection of the period was that pop stars generally aimed for a kind of restrained, internalised passion, a la David Bowie. Naked emotionalism was pretty rare.

I'm here a week now, getting weaker, just holding out for a hero.

"I've replaced my toes with grapes"

Did you know that Frank Stallone had a brother? He was in Rocky.

And Alan, the weird one they don't talk about much.

I saw the film a couple of days ago - I think the interview with Questlove is also archive footage, but from a talking heads interview conducted for somebody else. It stood out because the rest of the film is from the archives.

You could imagine a shared universe, where Donald Pleasence is the President of the US, and Air Force One crashes on a desert island and they just lose him. Meanwhile Snake Plissken is sent to the real New York of 1981, where he hangs out with No Wave jazz-punk artists and poses for Robert Mapplethorpe. He takes a lot…

Like Soundwave, I always thought he should have been boss.

There are still stores?

I still remember the original Unreal. There was a patch you had to download to get it working with most 3D cards - it was 58mb or something. Which was torture on dial-up.

You know, it has been literally years since I last thought of Kriss Akabusi. He seems to have had the terrible luck to hit top form just in between two Olympics.

Now this has made my day. Thankyou.

It feels desperate. On the other hand, I was fully prepared to prove my love for the AV Club by copying that bloke who loved Bjork. You remember, the bald chap with the .22 pistol. "BANG! ARRRGH! (dribbling noise)".