The great Ian Carmichael is not inconceivable.

I'm not sure I'm ready for a Glinda who says 'I've got a bleached asshole.'

The monster in The Creeping Terror, described on RT as 'a gigantic pile of crudely-stitched carpet swatches and rubber tubing running rampant through a hick town.'

I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of Smaug getting a golden shower.

I'll allow it on the condition that it's wrinkly prune-faced Dead Man Dredd because they're doing Necropolis.

He surely can't be, or wouldn't agree to be, a VP pick for either Trump or Cruz, and he should be an automatic lock for anyone else drafted in - as in Paul Ryan - as there should be at least one person on the ticket who actually ran in the primaries. Plus, Ohio. Not that the latter will happen.

He became Francine back in ’76. Then he joined that cult. I think his name is Mother Shabooboo now.

The second Invasion of the Body Snatchers - the Donald Sutherland one - is better than the first. They're both good at revealing the fears of their eras, but the second one is also timeless.

*pours one out for Gareth Thomas*

Oops, yeah, him. Weird. Anyway, I think we can both agree it's not that guy with the pout, or that guy with the hair, or that new guy.

It's like a listicle, but with fewer numbers.

The 'making of' featurette is the movie. The movie is the 'making of' featurette.

Since you bring it up, I have similar feelings towards Christopher Simon Barnes as to Kevin Conroy. Not quite as talented as Conroy - he never managed to pull off what little angst there was in the 90s cartoon - but there was never a better Spidey for the quips. No one said 'pickle puss' like him.

Now you mention it, I think I prefer Lorenzo Music for Venkman. And Bill Murray as Garfield.

It's not really fair to even consider someone who is essentially being asked to do an imitation of someone else's take. See also many animated Jokers/Mark Hamill, Karl Urban/Deforest Kelley or Johnny Depp/A random assortment of hobos.

What the… *checks*

I know that some of his films are pretty far from the canon, but Basil Rathbone is who I think of when I think of Holmes. Not Nigel Bruce as Watson though. Hell no.

John Oliver KILLS THE MAN WHO INVENTED, SLAUGHTERS THE WHOLE OF HIS FAMILY AND ALL HIS FRIENDS AND RELATIONS, AND THEN BURNS DOWN HIS HOUSE AND SINGS COMIC SONGS ON THE RUINS OF tax inversions.

Given what Woodward has ended up as, you may have dodged a bullet.

The (admittedly UK) style guides I'm used to would say its the New York Times and The Times - capital T The is only for the London one.