Worse.  Much, much worse.

Martha Marcy May Marlene II: The Marthening

So this is not the Blu-Ray box set of the entire Faces of Death series we've all been anxiously awaiting?

That's fucked up.

This is almost as scandalous as that time Jack Benny sued Photoplay magazine for revealing that he was older than 39.

Looking at it very simply, musicologically and ethnically, Real Estate are essentially empirical mélangisse of a rhythmically radical, yet verbally passé and temporally transcended lyrical content, welded with historically innovative melodical material, transposed and transmogrified by the angst of the Ridgewood…

Probably childhood trauma from the shirtless, oiled, musclebound sax player in The Lost Boys.

My first-grade teacher read the whole book to us, and I don't remember that, so either she left that part out, or more likely, I just forgot about it. I just remember thinking, "Wow, this is nothing like the movie."

Ah, yes, the tree should have been struck by lightning.  Nice touch.

Midnight City's Alright If You Like Saxophones

SPOILER ALERT

Tony!  Tia!  It's your uncle Bené!

You mean "Kool"?

Who gets the family Trouser Press Record Guide?

Cue ironic, noisy grunge cover version of "(Who Gets the) Family Bible?".