Going from working with three people who have a fluent knowledge of nineteenth century French literature to working with three people who don't know how many vowels are in the phrase "Going to the movies" must be absolutely cringe inducing

Most things in life end up going that way

"I wike wong walks on de beach, womatic dinnahs by fye-uh-wight, and being dwiven to my thewapists' office in weekends."

Thank God it comes with the UltraViolet, so I can watch it on the go.

There's a big market for watered-down bullshit right now.

Is this more homeless shelter wisdom?

Does that mean there's legal precedent detailing acceptably green shades of skin and types of bolt in neck?

Is that what that guy is doing now? Damn, maybe I can get the old gang from my "Lucky Number Slevin" fan club back together!

I'm not saying that at any one point, the main objective of major movie studios was to "tell a good story" over "make a ton of money." This is a big industry with a lot of investments, I can take it. But with this expanded universe thing, they're really not even pretending anymore. Each of these press releases might…

Every time someone brings up the Universal monsters, I experience a brief, fleeting memory of seeing the Benicio Del Toro "Wolfman" movie a few years back and feel a sudden yearning to have those six dollars back in my pocket right now.

The logo for Goodwill might as well be a giant roulette wheel that reads "Come inside and take a spin" underneath

A lesser person would have said "Who, me? I didn't watch no hobo porn." But you're one of the honorable ones.

Personally, I like Jordy Verill and They're Creeping Up on You a little more than The Crate and Father's Day. Well, 'like' is the wrong word. They both definitely scare me more, but that just might be me. Something about being driven to shotgunny suicide because of something invading your body, and actual bugs…

I didn't see too many episodes, but I definitely get the Twilight Zone comparison. Then again, it'd be difficult to put a literal Creepshow: The Series on TV back then.

I still get skeeved out every once in awhile when I remember how gross the Nazi war criminal in Apt Pupil is described as. It's just such a good combination of mundane and monstrous imagery.

Maybe it was some sort of realistic cinema thing. I mean, the most terrifying thing you're likely to see in a Maine lake is someone's grimy trashbags floating around. It would have either been that, or the girl gets swallowed up by a bunch of used condoms and shared needles.

I remember thinking "Wow, George Kennedy. I should watch The Naked Gun again." No movie should bore you so badly that you start reminiscing about The Naked Gun.

I had almost forgotten that this website used to have a cool, interesting design. Thanks.

Makes sense to me. It's a pretty mature twisting of sexuality into horror, a lot better than most other horror media manages.

I am so, so glad that I took the time to sit through Maximum Overdrive. I mean, liquor helped, but I think I'd unironically call it one of my (recent) favorite movies I've seen. It's the greatest comedy film of all time to also feature a child's head getting mushed by a steam roller.