And David Slade did the third one. :-(

I don't think the Polly one really counts, though…

Spielbergo?

My favorite part of the Gnostic gospels is when the giant cross talks.

Poor Shep.

…so, he's Telly Savalas's Blofeld? That doesn't work; Telly's Blofeld is too cool to be Cheney.

Let's not, and say we did.

To the Doctor, perhaps…

Okay, that, too. :-P

I think only four actors came out of that thing unscathed: Nestor Carbonell, Tommy Flanagan, Joel Edgerton, and Chris Pine. Alex Rocco was nice, but not worth the price of admission.


Also, the cinematography blew giant donkey chunks.

I had that happen to me while viewing the cinematic re-release of Metropolis. People in front of me were laughing at Maria swinging on the bell, and I was sitting in the back, fuming at their phillestinism.

"Pehple… all go-ink somevheres. PULL da strink! DENCE to dat which one is created for!"


*dark chuckle*

Your stupid mind! Stupid! STUPID!

You hef to be 'ungaaarian…

"Chubby Christina"? What are you, Vincent Gallo?

Yes… except, you know, working with a child-rapist who's fled from justice, all that.

"…progress. The endless wheels of progress. Did I mention I hate progress?"

*sigh* …Jennifer Westfeldt. Jon, bubby, why are you still with her? She's terrible. :-S

And a crappy Superman and Pink Panther sequel each.

Wikipedia Brown and the Web of Fear


In which the Great Intelligence's main weakeness is porn sites…