I look forward to the long stretches of dialogue that has nothing to do with the plot and seem only to serve as evidence of the director's authenticity. 

"I'll have a red blue green Christmas without you."

"I'll have a red blue green Christmas without you."

God damn you, Disney. I will probably see this in the theater and enjoy it, grudgingly.  

God damn you, Disney. I will probably see this in the theater and enjoy it, grudgingly.  

Shinning!

Shinning!

You had me at none of those things.

You had me at none of those things.

I liked Hot Rod despite itself.

I liked Hot Rod despite itself.

*finger fracking*

*finger fracking*

*finger bombing*

*finger bombing*

That's Frost not Yeats, you butthole.

That's Frost not Yeats, you butthole.

I know.

I know.

Still, at least he isn't Danny Bonaduce.