How long was Insomniac on?
How long was Insomniac on?
This strategy sounds to me like as if someone called an exterminator, and he showed up armed with a shoe, proceeds to open a few cabinets and shake the refrigerator, waits for one bug to run out and smashes it, then says, "Yeah, that's probably the queen. You should be okay now."
In its broadest sense I'd say it qualifies, since it's that thing that everybody wants and is trying to get, and it really doesn't matter what it is. The fact that it has thematic resonance is sort of a bonus. But I can see your point. It's borderline.
Not nobody. I saw it when it came out and found it to be an amusing and agreeable way to pass a couple of hours.
What, an ass?
What an ass!
What an ass.
WoK works so much better than it has any right to. So let's break down everything that it nails:
I had no idea his (her?) owner was Kobayashi from The Usual Suspects. From now on when I see the movie, when he dies all I'll be able to think about is that sad little cat sitting in a box waiting for his human to come home.
Hey, let's leave politics out of this. It undercuts hating Drew Carey for being really, really terrible at hosting The Price Is Right.
Yeah, the original Greatest American Hero suit was pretty unforgiving. If they cast him, they'll need to send him to re-boot camp.
I'll be your Murgatroyd. Come on and wind me up.
Why would I want to see this movie? The title gives the whole thing away. There's No Escape. Why would you name your movie that if escape was possible? That's like starting a relationship on a lie. So obviously they all get captured and killed. Doesn't sound like an entertaining way to pass an evening.
Richard Mulligan: proto-Michael Richards. Even with some seriously sub-par material, you couldn't fault that guy's energy.
Fight the good fight, brother.
Hey, we're talking about an entirely different state of matter. Also, it's a sight gag vs an auditory gag. So in both physical and comedic terms, hugely different.
Just to be fair, I saw Pixels, and I don't remember a single fart joke.
Eleven hundred Gs can't be wrong.
Oh yeah. Like I would ever break the fourth wall.
It falls into the category of what the other Beatles would derisively refer to as one of Paul's grandmother songs. And while a lot of them were pretty dire (and you only have to look to album 2 of the White Album to find the most dismal of them all, Honey Pie), this one was much more ambitious and layered than was…