When I was a graphic design student, I got to telephone interview Jack Davis for a class project. To me, it was like talking to Art Jesus. What an awesome guy! Very nice, incredibly gracious and encouraging, upbeat, justifiably satisfied with his career and life.

From the still…
It seems they're still making movies in that murky blue haze popular in the 1990s. Good to see some old school crapliciousness invading our modern crappy CGI-world.

A C?
You must be joking. Just the still image of Steve Martin getting kicked in the crotch by a 6-year-old that accompanies this review demands an A!

Great!
Now everyone at your college can learn where the student newspaper's comic strip guy got every single one of his ideas!

Costume #4
That's one fucked up looking Uncle Fester.

"we actually got the technology for chain saws for the Roswell UFO crash."

There are fucking chimpanzees advising Robin Williams to get a wax job. "Seriously, Robin, that pelt is out of control." I'm thinking of breeding and raising Robin Williamses as a more humane alternative to the fur industry. I researched the prospects of doing the same with Gene Shalits, but those things are…

Oh god, will you people PLEASE stop masturbating already?

Wade the Hutt… the evil genius the American mood needs at just this precise moment in the zeitgeist. Or something like that. Damn me for reading Slate this morning!

From what I've been able to gather, towards the end of the movie, after a particularly violent altercation involving firearms, Mr. Neeson points his revolver at a certain young miscreant, thus keeping the hoodlum at bay. Whereupon Mr. Neeson does embark upon a short lecture detailing the gun's features and…

What about all the older guy cops who pose as underage teen girls on the Internet to lure pedophiles? What goes through their minds when they're in bed with their girlfriends/wives/whatevers? I mean, their jobs also revolve around the fact that men who are attracted to them are most likely perverts. Do people also…

Goddamn! That much blather about "The 13th Warrior." It's true… on the Internet EVERYTHING has a rabid cult of enthusiasts.

Evidently, at some point in this movie his ability to kick asses proves to be inversely proportional to his possession of any amount of bubble gum. He expresses this in a quip involving these elments in a dichotomy of desire and possession.

My favorite typos are "solider" for "soldier" and "speical" for "special." I worked as an ad-builder at a free weekly shopper and one of our ad reps almost always wrote "speical" when she meant "special."

Damn… lost the "is" after "fresh cod." Blame Scott Tobias, not me. He's the guy who wrote this stupid food review!

[F]resh cod… psychosexual… in the spookiest way possible. [I]t's… as suggestive… as a hard-R would allow it to be. The result is… a pleasant… psychosis[.]

I agree with both of you.

Apparently, the tub can also fly and takes the two girls on a magical adventure through such literary classics as "The Three Musketeers," "Tom Sawyer," "Dracula" and "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." They learn the power of imagination and the wonders of reading!

Just the title of this "Hater" is…
… a masterwork of comedy. If you'd just left it at that, it would've been hilarious even without the comedic deconstruction. Which was also funny, but not as funny as the title.

They should remake that old Buck Henry/Richard Benjamin sci-fi TV show "Quark" where he was an outer space garbageman and Tim Thomerson played a guy who was half-woman. And the Doublemint Twins were in it, too.