I remember the good old days when I just yelled at the computer screen.

That's a nice star!

This is now my favourite AV Club exchange ever.  Or so far today, anyway.

I prefer "pant, pants, no pants".

You're talking about Rabin and the drugged jellybeans, aren't you?

But he had nothing to do with it, he'd better fucking apologize for it.

I honestly loved Hulk, too.  I mean, it was all kinds of weird misfire, but I'd take it any day over the usual Slick Entertainment Delivery Modules that most comic book movies aspire to be.

It's close, but I've got to give it to Ernest Borgnine.

There's that quote out there where Hitchcock calls Psycho a comedy, and I always thought it was that last scene in particular he was talking about.

My wife had Francesca — for the second time.

Ha.  My wife has been in an office Survivor pool for something like a dozen seasons now, for real money.  She's won once (Professor Bob) and placed a few times, most recently with Special Agent Phile.

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"Spangled gowns upon a bevy of high browns 
From down the levee, all misfits
Puttin' on the ritz"
As far as I can tell, the original lyrics amount to: "If you want a good laugh, go watch the darkies get all dressed up fancy and walk up and down Lenox Ave like they're people."

I guess if the twist is, "It was incoherent all along!", then: yes.

Charlton Heston is a Mexican?  Damn it, you spoiled Touch of Evil for me.  Thanks a lot, asshole.

I vaguely remember seeing it in the theatres, as a young un, and had more or less forgotten it since.  I enjoyed anything back then.  I'm kinda curious as to whether I'd enjoy it now.

Sunset! Sunset! We want Sunset!

Somebody has to.

I occasionally like to imagine a befuddled but eager young neo-nazi trying to plow through 'Dayspring Mishandled' and 'Mrs Bathurst'.  Alas, I'm pretty sure this has never actually happened.

Satan.