Man, all we had was Voyage of the Mimi. Which did not have anything like that nutty Essex story, thanks for the link.

That scene is pretty funny on its own but I have a special fondness for it because of one vacation where my family was rained in and we wound up watching Alive on TV and mocking the shit out of it. It really is a fun movie to riff on.

" It's as yet unknown in which Boston-area penitentiary Lehane's Prophet will be set. "

Heh, let me put it this way — if Lehane puts it in Massachusetts, there will be quite the backdrop for the furlough system: http://en.wikipedia.org/wik…

Ha! That's where you're wrong! Because who would sleep with, or even half-heartedly molest, Piz?

This sounds like a job for a certain nonunion, willing to work on Dia de Muertos kind of director…

I remember being annoyed watching Parks and Rec when Ben punches out some dipshit at the bowling alley for Leslie, and I think you hit on why — it was cute and all but nowhere near as intense as that Logan beatdown/Veronica realization. Such a great scene.

If you want to be Logan Echolls, I have two words for you: Bum fights.

Help! was actually a plea for just that kind of intervention, but by the time we sent troops it was too late.

"Don't even try to stop me, Mr. President! We both know you would never really use the Death Blow! HahahahahaAAAAAAAAAAAAACK"

Heh, Eckhart and Butler look like they're ready to re-enact the Stuhlberg headbutt in the Serious Man trailer.

Of course! We'll counter this with Guns of Brixton, a sequel to Guns of Navarrone! Get me David Niven, Anthony Quinn and Gregory Peck!

On this other hand, this is This Isn't Northern Exposure XXX.

Dick being Dick is probably the part of this movie I'm most eager to see. Ryan Hansen is the best.

Fun activity: Quickly scroll down and it looks like the Veronica Mars still rapidly and horrifyingly ages/demonizes into the Paranormal Activity still.

Logan facing down the Fitzpatricks makes me want to date him.

"You are guilty, Logan! Guilty of stealing my heart! And also murdering Piz, because who wouldn't."

Six months from now: "Hello Oakland! I'm Doug Yule, er, Jonas, and welcome to the new Jonas Brothers!"

You're thinking of the horrorpunk band The Jonas Brood.

That sounds like the one I saw, with the heart attack on the golf course. What a horrible way to die, with Jeremy Piven right there and all.