They actually made that movie a few years back. It's called Regarding Henry, and yes, it's as bad as you might imagine, even with Harrison Ford and Mike Nichols involved.

That picture is like the Mount Rushmore of rigor mortis.

So that would be no speeches, since he didn't win an Oscar for "Dreamgirls"?

I'll bet Uncle Rico could throw that concept over them mountains over there.

I love the Mudges, but be forewarned: if you're a fan of 9 Chickweed Lane or Funky Winkerbean, you will find treacherous footing there.

Or replacing Jar Jar with Stepin Fetchit.

Aykroyd's next idea pitch: a "Two Wild and Crazy Guys" feature film, with the updated Festrunk brothers played by Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg.
Wait … that just might work.

Also, when Lucas isn't wearing that toupee and fake beard, he looks a lot like Jabba.

Lucas could greatly enhance "The Phantom Menace" by digitally replacing Jar Jar Binks with Snooki.

I think this show is already on one of those infinite Disney channels. It's called "The Real Housewives of Lemonade Mouth."

Did somebody call me?

Also, I believe the line "Where’s breakfast? I tee off in an hour!” was later used again in "Incubus."
Hah. I kid. "Incubus" is all kinds of awesome, and since it's in Esperanto, the line is actually something like ""Ware iz brekfuss? Eye tea ov en an ower!”

Is this the movie where Shatner says, "Your hygiene — it sickens me!"?

In that picture above, Nolte looks like he's prepping to star in "The Daly Show: The Rise and Stumble of Golf's Greatest Gangsta."
Also, greatest Nolte line of all time (from "Who'll Stop the Rain"): "All my life I've been taking shit from inferior people. No more!"

All "Burn Notice" episodes should get a grade of B or C …

"What's this? You're wearing the shirt of the glassmaker you're going to blow? Don't be that guy."
PCU — the only Piven entertainment you'll ever need.

This is totally bodacious and not at all bogus, dude!

When I saw the phrase "the Smiths' separation," I thought: Oh, Mozzer and Marr, you can work it out, you crazy kids! Then I remembered it's not 1987.
Also,"I know nothing about this — Lord, I'm going back to bed" is now my default reponse to all external stimuli.

Divrocee mom rockers — do they play dead? Have they ever bled? Or do they lie still in the grass, all coiled up and hissing?

I enjoy these guys, but frankly, I prefer Florence Henderson and the Brady Bunch Machine. They're very poppy, and not a Brit in sight!