I watched this with my father, who has advanced Alzheimer's.  He is a lot easier to get to bed if he watches an hour of TV or so.  Also understand — this was a man with the most exquisite comic timing and concept of structure.  [SPOILERS BELOW.  No, the spoiler is not that my father miraculously recovers due to the…

I watched this with my father, who has advanced Alzheimer's.  He is a lot easier to get to bed if he watches an hour of TV or so.  Also understand — this was a man with the most exquisite comic timing and concept of structure.  [SPOILERS BELOW.  No, the spoiler is not that my father miraculously recovers due to the…

That's because you haven't been with a guy with glorious metal hands and a penchant for torture.

That's because you haven't been with a guy with glorious metal hands and a penchant for torture.

IMHO, Bond costume design started and ended with the futuristic Nehru jacket I provided to him.  But try telling that to these jerks.

IMHO, Bond costume design started and ended with the futuristic Nehru jacket I provided to him.  But try telling that to these jerks.

The pic is amazing, but when I read the Whitman quote in this article I lost it. O'Neal proves himself as a national treasure at least twice a week.

The pic is amazing, but when I read the Whitman quote in this article I lost it. O'Neal proves himself as a national treasure at least twice a week.

Atlas II:  Mother Shruggers

Atlas II:  Mother Shruggers

Blah, blah blah elves going to Helm's Deep.  Oh for the love of God find something better to complain about!

Meh.  all of this kvetching about how the movie was worse than the book, assuming that the book itself was the height of narrative and consistency.  I mean, in MY book I'm killed by being suffocated in bird shit, but in the movie that prick Bond dropped me in a nuclear reactor. Which one's better?  Oh who the hell…

Why not just fund it by extorting sovereign governments?  Don't get al this AT ALL.

I'll be the one with the METAL HANDS.

Don't mind if I do.  They're devilishly good.

Yes?

Why does Uncle Hipster D-Bag keep hanging around the gimmick posters table at Thanksgiving?

We should be so fortunate.  Metal hands, tarantula wielding henchmen, my own nuclear reactor.  What's not to like about that story?

No!

OK.  Sorry.  Not to call you a dick Mr. Greene.  Abstract person trying to fuck with my toad.  Ok?  I mean, I do need to eliminate people but I don't want to inadvertently upset you.