Live Nice . . . die Marseilles.

"The To Do List" blows this one out of the water.

Tasha Robinson was by far my favorite. I wish she'd come back.

The car is actually haunted by Roland D. LeBay.

Skid row bums, for example.

Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a bone-smuggler!

I could tell the World's End was gonna be Alien HQ the instant I saw the three-lines logos on the beer taps and the signs by the door saying "Welcome! - Join Our Club!"

Yes it was.

But if he had drunk that last pint, he wouldn't have pulled the secret lever.

Gary King: humanity's greatest villain. He destroys civilization and loses humanity its chance to join an interstellar commonwealth, because of his arrogance and insistence on getting his own way.

Why was the camera bouncing around like crazy during every fucking action scene? Can't that fad just run its course already? I'm sick and tired of not being able to actually see what's happening. Is it just an excuse to spend less effort on fight choreography?

The biggest 13-year cultural change by far: 1954 - 1967.

Little Fockers 2: Aw Fock It

You can tell by the lineup of stuffed animals in the back window.

What the hell happened to Ione Skye? Has she been in anything since 1986?

His character in Home for the Holidays was such an asshole I wanted to leap into the screen and punch him right in the face!

"White people doing hiphop stuff to avoid trouble"

Aren't there ever going to be any more of these? Is YA Why dead?

Nah, everyone knows Dr. Zog's Sex Wax is the best for your stick.

Smuttynose IPA!