Well, I went to the Curzon Bloomsbury and saw Barry Lyndon, which was sold out at the BFI South Bank, which is why I went to the Curzon Bloomsbury instead. It was £16.

I thought for a split-second that Lou Reed had died! Because he worked with the Backstreet Boys and his name was Lou. It was horrible. Thank heavens he's still alive.

Is he mad, does he feel bad?

Something something Humscalade.

Fun fact: in the film Bowie's character records an album called The Visitor. It's supposed to be his final message to his wife out in space. We see the cover but he didn't actually record any music for it. That would be an interesting project… for The Flaming Lips or someone.

"hardcore comic book fans are notoriously bad"

The Usual Suspects was the Tarantino film for people who thought Tarantino was too obvious - it appealed to the same kind of people who made a show of pointing out that Dark City was much better than The Matrix.

Hahaha, sex cauldron. That's a new one.

I like to think that when David Attenborough feels the time is right, he'll pack a backpack with supplies, take a flight to the British Antarctic Territory, and just walk off into the snow. With instructions not to send a rescue party.

My nipples explode with delight.

"BEETLEJUICE ACTRESS DIES"

In four years, Toy Story will be a quarter of a century old. Think about that.

On a tangent, is there a modern critical consensus on "Bush at War"? It was written by Bob Woodward in 2002 and published in that odd period post-9/11, pre-Iraq when the jury was still out on George Bush. When at least there was a possibility that history might remember him well.

In practice it's close enough for government work. Perhaps they could cut the first sentence and begin the article with "Some exciting news from the MST3K writer’s room: Joel McHale and Dan Harmon have joined the show as writers etc".

"I'd just like to inform all passengers that we'll be a few minutes late due to signalling works outside Yeovilton. There is no smoking in any of the carriages. A trolley with light refreshments will be making its way down the aisle. Thankyou,"

That Kurt Russell has a penis? We knew that already.

Believe it or not, yes. It's a 12" Donald Trump figure from his time on The Apprentice.

Five years ago, when that comment was written, Google didn't exist and the internet hadn't been invented yet. I learn now that "Anal Chiropractor" wasn't just a flight of fancy, it was an actual film! From 1995. I don't recognise any of the actors. "Brassiere to Eternity" is a pretty good pun.

You can imagine it continuing along the lines of Trading Places - he puts the gun to his head, pulls the trigger, flinches, and CLICK! There are no bullets.

There was this guy once. You see this scar?