The whole system of government in Harry Potter doesn't bear close scrutiny. Unless the Minister for Magic is chosen by some sort of Democracy Sorting Hat that somehow finds the median of all the political leanings of the entire wizard population, it's basically a dictatorship.

I can't believe I feel such antipathy for a film that is set in the 1920s AND takes place in the Harry Potter universe.

Whatever Robin didn't get to do, Burt Ward sure made up for (according to Burt Ward, at least).

Also, badly photoshopped Minions enjoy passing on words of whimsical wisdom, for some reason.

My favourite part of that episode is how Robin has to sit in the Batmobile and watch the whole thing on television, because he's too young to go nightclubbing.

RIP Mr Barris who fostered my long-held belief that all cars should look as much like the Batmobile as possible.

Not only were they untrained, but they weren't even in the same room as the other actors. They just got their lines, which they read out one after the other and were turned into 'dialogue' in the studio. Hence that weird disjointed quality.

Hey Now, You're A Rock Star, Get Your Game On Charlie Brown

"Watch out, Itchy - he's a fascist!"

The policeman bear was adorable. The 'police officer' bear looks like a reanimated corpse.

Meanwhile, modern Margarets are probably asking God how they should ask that guy who keeps sending pictures of his dick to her on Snapchat to cut it out.

Wait, there's a mother and a father? Geez, heteronormative!

They sound like the Melvins.

The AV Club
I Have The Lowest Of Expectations For This Sequel.

It just occurred to me that Billy Bob Thornton looks like an old James Franco. Mind blown!

The first piece of internet porn I ever saw (because a co-worker forwarded it to everybody - and didn't get fired; yes it was that long ago) was a Peanuts porn parody. Basically, it was a gangbang - everyone in Peanuts banging everyone else, in every combination you can imagine.

#NotAllPeanuts

Shhh! You're ruining their narrative!

It's definitely one of those films that could and should have ended ten minutes earlier than it did.

No DS9 alumni unfortunately, but Mary Woronov was in it. It was pretty trippy having an Andy Warhol Superstar wandering round your 'hood.