I honestly don't know how you could point to any one news site's comment section and declare that THAT one, above all others, is the stupidest.

That was the very one. He turned albino after something bad happened to him, as people usually do.

What I remember about this title was that the cover was Jack Kirby art but the interior wasn't Kirby at all. Also, the fucking x-ray specs didn't work for shit.

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The movie had some very good performances (I recall Ming-Na Wen being especially good) but the format was like a Dear Abby column. An Asian-American woman's problem (usually marital) is presented, and then we move to the solution, which usually involves the woman finally understanding something about her Chinese…

The Cranberries are my favorite Irish band.

I'm not sure if I'm following what you're saying, but it seems to me that this group of novels is more effect than cause; it's been a trend among American readers for much more than the past few decades to read novels set in and exploring different regions of the world, and different regions take their turns being the…

I never even gave this show a passing glans.

Good answer I suppose, but who's counting.

The Grownupening.

Silverado.

I just watched the absolutely awful Son of Sinbad, in which Price plays poet Omar Khayyam. Ladies, check out Price in this and tell me you would kick that fine man outta bed. Guys, appreciate Price in your own way when you're not ogling the many, many coochie dancers that were hired for this film.

There there… we're all fucking putzes.

Well, it was a triple-X movie…

Not as heavy as Bad Grampa's, apparently.

Sprite!!! Man, how many names did she have?

You mean Mrs. Collossus!

He keep on clawin'
But don't say nothin'

Especially when the villain in this movie is actually Leroy Brown.

I remember seeing the posters for this when I was a kid—maybe when it was re-released or something, because I was a toddler in '74—but yes, as a kid the image of the claw and the crib scared the hell out of me and for years I wondered what the rest of the baby looked like. When, as a teen, I finally saw the baby, I…