I only hope this Godzilla has those hilarious and biting Siskel-and-Ebert impersonations, like the Matthew Broderick version did. Because that's what monster movies really need.

I loved how when the doctor looked into his eye, he didn't just see a printed circuit board or vacuum tubes or whatever - he saw an actual full-sized, 60's-era bank of tape machines and boards of flashing lights. It was like a tiny episode of "The Trouble With Tribbles" in there.

Fond memories of watching that movie on Sunday nights on The Wonderful World Of Disney. The Kurt Russell version, naturally, not the Kirk Cameron one.

Star Trek: Skimming The Obits

Star Trek Beyonder

Of course even if they win the argument about the Klingon language, there is still the rest of Paramount's laundry list of items to deal with - I'm guessing that disproving one item does not necessarily invalidate the rest of them.

Her mouth still open in mid-lecture.

Gotta love the Music Machine commercial. They paid for the rights to use Robbie the Robot, and dammit, they're getting their money's worth.

One of my earliest memories of him was in The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I wonder why that show isn't syndicated much these days? I always kind of liked it (or maybe I just thought '60's-era Hope Lange was hot)

Ah, dammit. Fixed.

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The pitch: A line of CD's based on the Baby Einstein series called Baby Hawking; only instead of using random studio musicians and voice actors to entertain with songs, stories and games, it would feature the sweet dulcet electronic tones of renowned physicist Stephen Hawking describing the nature of black holes in…

I remember when Fenway Park had those 30-foot long bathtubs full of piss, snot and cigarette butts from all of the guys lined uncomfortably shoulder-to-shoulder in front of it. And the smell was almost indescribable. Good times.

Tom Holland… Richard Thomas.. Melissa Gilbert… and Adam Rich star in a very special Hallmark Channel original movie, that will excite and delight as it tugs gently at your heartstrings! Spiderman: Homecoming.

As great as Something is, I always preferred Here Comes The Sun when it comes to Harrison's songwriting contributions to Abbey Road.

And the trifecta - Matthau openly drinking beer and smoking cigars while driving around a bunch of minors, squeezed into a ragtop with no seatbelts with a broken windshield. Ah, the 70's.

Damn, re-post. I should have known someone else would have already posted this kind of klassic komedy.

Necksticles

As long as it centers around a previously unheard-of American soldier that saves them all at the end, trivializing the British and French participation. Is that too much to ask?

As the president and sole member of PETCA, People for the Ethical Treatment of CGI Animals, I am appalled.