Hey Chuck,  You completely overrate Guns'n'Roses and your defense of hair metal is weak.  There.  Have at me!

Bruce does more cinematic sleepwalking than a live action version of Little Nemo in Slumberland starring Mike Birbiglia.

Early 80's TV Exec: "The kids are crazy about this Indiana Jones.  How do we get a cut of that action?"
Early 80's TV Exec #2: "We slap a leather jacket and a fedora on the guy who will go on to be the preacher dad in 7th Heaven and we watch the cash roll in."

@avclub-8ff9efcd01697a614ccb01922bbea1b3:disqus  If that movie they showed us in 6th grade health class is anything to go on then sex does the exact opposite.

All good hearted people know that the ranking is 1>2>>>>>4>>>>>>>>>3

Was three the one with the zombie gangsters and the Home Alone kid? Good gravy that was awful.

Troy Duffy? The QB for the Dallas Cowboys in the late 80's/early 90's? 

Relieved?  I'd guess that she'd be amazed and intrigued that someone in the big, square, mountainy part of the United States in the late 2000s knew who the heck she was.

Mark is basically Kevin Smith, albeit a smarter, funnier, but more clearly deranged version of Kevin Smith who never hit the jackpot.

Yeah, I always preferred Blur's music but the Oasis lads were the superior zinger-smiths by a country mile.

That's right, you listen to @avclub-792b765aa995daf26cf6f17f519c949d:disqus  my foreign friend.  You'll find nothing in Milwaukee but piss beer, sausage and cheese, snow and sorrow.

I recall one of the Gallagher brothers mocking Damon Albarn for dating his bassist.  In fairness, the Elastica lady does bear more than a passing resemblance to Alex James.

The fat British guy?  He's awful.  I switched over to Giant Bomb once he took over Destructoid.

Just slip the DVD under the reinforced iron door to his "gold and liberty bug out panic bunker" and back away slowly.

Let's leave Charley Chuck out of this.  (Yes, I know the name of the protagonist of Food Fight).

HONKEY LIPS

I watched the Jack Black Michael Cera caveman movie that Ramis made…possibly while drunk…and chuckled a few times, admired Michael Cera's comic timing, and thought that it wasn't the worst thing ever.  Am I a bad person?

Either butt-chin on the right has shit his pants and chosen to bravely soldier on with steely determination or oily, pink, buff Randy Quaid on the left has shit his pants and is still in the grip of shock at the realization.  50/50 really.

C'mon now.  This is an actual film with a theatrical release (no matter how limited)?  And you had to watch it?  I feel for you, Sam Adams, I really really do.

Antoine Fuqua…wasn't he once a "director to watch"?  Things haven't worked out terribly well for him after Training Day have they?