Ooh! Ooh! I have to get in on this! I was cast in it and then my scene was cut the day before we were to shoot it! And then they told my agent, quote, "We'll find something else for him" and they never did and I'm kind of okay with that now.

I would submit "manhood-sucker.'

Huh. This really underscores how much more murderous the show is.

She was on the verge of dying from TB. Viktor smothered her with a pillow while Ethan was out of the room and then promptly offered to dispose of her body. (i.e., get it to the lab while it was still fresh.)

Yep, that "Here's your wages for the rest of your life" line.

I took my nom-de-AV Club from it!

Awww! (I'll take 'sir', thank you)

Aww!

"Perfumed ponce" IS a nice bit of alliteration. Brought me right out of the story, though, and into 'Withnail and I' for a second.

Jorah Mormont grabs Tyrion, holds him aloft over his head. "Now!" hisses Mormont. Tyrion begins to sing "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel.

My thought was, "Hey, if the Vanessa doll had dark-rimmed eyes like the other dolls, it would look more like Eva Green."

Well, I for one liked 'Splice'.

Iris is also disappointed. But not angry.
She is already practicing her mom lines.

Speaking of going back and looking, Barry reads the first bit as 'after an epic street battle' but the text actually says 'after an extreme street battle'.

That was Oliver Stone, wasn't it?

That haunted mansion's gotta be cheaper than a regular mansion, though, right? That's almost shrewd. (or it would be if he actually lived there or rented it out or… anything. I suspect he just has it in order to have it.)

I saw ET when it came out (I was a teen) and while it didn't pull on my heartstrings exactly, I was struck by how that was a very recognizable kind of suburb like the one I lived in. Half-developed, next to the woods. I never connected with the grand white houses and their tree-lined streets that a lot of movies were…

KFC: Kunis Filched Chicken.
EDIT: (Dang it, someone basically did this further down. I need to get to these articles faster.)

People Who Insult Each Other Constantly Yet Never Quit / Get Fired / Break Up / Go Hang Out with Other People / Become Disinherited.

And then the makers of 'My Little Eye' (2002, five people, three men two women, in a cabin. Horror ensues, and they're under surveillance) sue the author.