This is the correct opinion. Green chile is the shit.

Wolf Chili, everybody. The right chili… for closure.

A few years ago I took a couple of days off work to go to the beach by myself (it was a weird time in my life). The first evening there I was walking along the boardwalk and came across a guy playing I Believe I Can Fly on a trombone. That alone made the trip worth it.

There was an intermission when I watched Peter Jackson's King Kong. It happened so abruptly, the theater obviously just forced it in. No complaints, though; that was a long-ass film.

Easily Bamboozled Man!

Counterpoint: Steve Rannazzisi lying for 15 years about being in 9/11 is very funny.

I'll second these, along with It Follows… although it doesn't quite stick the ending, it's still a very good horror movie.

God, I laughed so hard at the moment a couple of weeks ago when he just bluntly asked Kumail Nanjiani about why TJ Miller left Silicon Valley.

*stands up on desk*
"I sing my song for all to h—"
*gets decapitated by ceiling fan*

Have you seen Walk Hard? Might be more up your alley as musical biopic parodies go.

This comment is good rock and roll, uh, music.

Calm down, Kevin Sorbo.

*RECORD SCRATCH*

They're shooting the whole movie in that Winnebago. Like the movie Tracy Jordan shot without ever getting out of his car, which was supposed to be a western.

The upright bass solo in A Study In Brown by Reg Kehoe and His Marimba Queens. Skip to 1:12.

Hocus Pocus holds a special place in my heart, because the first time I heard it was on a classic rock station driving home at 5 in the afternoon, and I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Not that it's the weirdest song ever, but it's really weird by classic rock FM standards. The DJ never said the artist or…

I am evil Ho-mer!
I am evil Ho-mer!
I am evil Ho-mer!
I am evil Ho-mer!

Interstellar was too loud, and the sound mix was bad. An obsessive, technically-oriented director like Nolan should know the importance of making sure key lines of dialogue are audible.

Freedom fries my ass too.

I wish Sabor de Soledad was a real snack, but that's just because my diet is severely lacking in evaporated bull semen.