Todd Parker!

You were great in that movie…where you play that retard.

I always wonder if a director will make a disaster movie in the spirit of Funny Games where the giant monster or fire ball horribly maims some of the characters and we get to spend the rest of the film watching them write in agony or deal with PTSD in the subsequent years.

Right. Cause all us blacks are just crazy with our uncontrollable sexual desires, so we just gotta get up in that, right Zed? Grow up.

Maybe 28 Weeks later was a bad example (Although I still thought it sucked compared to 28 days later).

I agree about the mass death as entertainment
Only when I raise objections about it (as I did over the gratuitous massacre in 28 Weeks Later), I just get called "gay."

Who knew we had an av club member who has a life time subcription to Jet and Word Up!

T-Boz was the hot one
Chilli was merely the George Harrison, the Michael Anthony, the…guy from Aerosmith who isn't Steven Tyler or Joe Perry.

Anne Heiche seems to be featured prominently.

A whole New World!
a new fantastic point of view
no one to tell us no, or where to go
or say we're onlyyyy dreeaaaam-iiing!
A whole new wo-oorrlld!!
A dazzling place I ne-ever knew!

The analogy was apt! AAAAAPT!

You know, it also has that accoustic half-sung half-grunted music about being slightly alienated but not so alienated that you can't get a super cute art school boyfriend or girlfriend. Does that refresh your memory, Johnny?

Kind of like Ira Glass and every single guest from This American Life.

It's all well and good to hate scientologists
But please to be commenting on the Clock Work Orange style barage of Away We Go trailers that keep assaulting my eyeballs everytime I click on the AV club website.

I didn't mean to offend you Banmar by guessing your gender wrong. Now answer my question about your address.

Banmar either lives in the saddest ghetto this side of Camden NJ, or he lives in the uber fascist home owner's assoctiation fiefdom of Northern Virginia. Which is it, internet friend?

The trailer has the acoustic, half-mumbled musical stylings that made Juno a can't miss indie blockbuster. And all the male characters have beards. Win-Win. Win.

And a bar of rich, creamery butter.

Boom Boom Pow
is a less awkward title for Ms. Buttafucco's book. What the hell was she thinking?

Those bespectacled Washington ninnies
Always trying to ruin our good time.