Blergh, really? Nope, nope, nope.

It'll literally just be six episodes of Tom Hiddleston answering calls for late-night room service and picking up peoples' dry cleaning.

The Night Manager, directed by Wes Anderson.

Right? Massively overhyped, and the ending was waaay too tidy. It definitely fell into the 'good, not great' pile.

… but when they also yearned to have a pussy resting on their chin, this isn't what they meant.

I vividly remember seeing that scene on late-night TV when I was a kid, and finding it confusing and vaguely frightening.

Two seasons, but only six episodes each. What I've heard so far about this new version doesn't exactly fill me with optimism.

Well, that's a shame. In the original show, Grampy was a loveable, sex mad stoner. Nothing funny about an entitled Boomer.

I don't think they did, which is a shame, because he absolutely warranted it. He was a great advocate not only for preservation, but getting these films out in front of people where they belonged. There's so many great films I never would have seen had he not only tracked them down and got them out.

We have lost some of the great custodians of classic film in the past few years - Bob Birchard, David Shepherd a few weeks ago, and now Robert Osbourne. It makes me all the more aware that those of us who love these films and want them to survive and remain relevant have to do our best to pick up where they left off.

Bridge Over The River Die

Bridge of Dies

And yet they're OK with the bestiality angle?

Fuck this guy with Pence's dick. If he has one.

Mine is the one where the moon and sun appear to be two arms of a giant street light type dealie that nobody ever noticed until now.

I thought we all agreed that the world sits on top of a giant space turtle?

Now let Jon Lovitz host it, but in character as Jay Sherman.

One of the most genuine, non-slacktivist progressives I know is a Methodist from Texas. His philosophy is that if God made people in his image, he clearly doesn't have a problem with homosexuality, otherwise he wouldn't have made any. Fair enough.

Going to the movies with Jesus is awesome. All the soda and popcorn you want!

Instead, they're showing The Agony and the Ecstacy, in which Charlton Heston plays Michaelangelo, who was totally not gay despite spending most days painting pictures of incredibly buff, eager-looking young men.