Here's a whole episode of it. Part 1 anyway:

I had always thought it was Keith Carradine in that movie. Shows what I know.

I've always liked John Schuck, and have often thought he was the natural successor to the "Fred Gwynne Grinning Gumdrop" acting mantle.

I don't think even that first one was anything close to a "hard R." There were some boobs, but that's about it.

If people really do miss Police Academy, they can watch any of its many installments very easily.

Why is making a dark, Gothic version of a story that's already plenty dark and Gothic, even in Disney form, considered a "reimagining"?

A new biography of John Huston, aka The Most Heterosexual Man Who Ever Lived. He could really be a bastard, and was cavalierly able to make a shitty movie and not care, but he's a fascinating guy with more appealing qualities than you want to admit. Plus he was in Tentacles, which I wish the book had gone into a…

I like to think that John Vernon the warden in Chained Heat is the same guy as John Vernon the dean in Animal House, forced into a different job and further corrupted by his clash with the rapscallions of Delta House.

I second your recommendation of Dead & Buried. Great little movie.

"Every Which Way But Loose." That would have been over-egging the pudding.

And lo, the santorum flowed in rivers.

You have to admit that it would be disconcerting to act in a softcore sex movie and suddenly find you've got to do some penetrating. Does the thumb-in-the-butt scene at least come with a jaunty cheek-popping sound effect?

Treasure of the Four Clowns

Last year's January exorcism film, The Rite, featured just that.

Metallicastorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn.

My friend, Don Bo-Bogen, says that it's about time exorcism was legalized so that we wouldn't have people hurt in these shoddy back-alley exorcisms. Of course there will be resistance to this idea, particularly from the Catholic Church, but after all this is the twenty-first century.

My friend, Don Bo-Bogen, predicted this would come to pass exactly as it has.

He may turn into his old self from Mr. Saturday Night, but that's only if he's taking a tour of the Mattel plant and accidentally tumbles into the molten-plastic Barbie vat.

There's a good one on The Guardian you shouldn't miss.

The officer recognized Michael Cole's foul stench from a block away.