"Corn porn" brings to mind a certain scene from Troll 2.

Threshold + ReGenesis + the Andromeda Strain ON ICE.

I've never seen a film lose interest in its title character so quickly and completely.

Also, hasn't she had that for a long time? I remembered her wearing it in Remedial Chaos Theory during her nervous bakedown.

Annie - still adorable as a soulless puppet.

Hell, some of the people on Community don't seem to have time for Community.

I just wanted to see the study room this season, and then I got my wish. And it was terrible you guys! IT WAS TERRIBLE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT ANYMORE

Street Trash II: Cruise Control

I like to assume that the aliens invaded, but then got curbstomped by the Earth's natural immune system - a coalition of the shapeshifters, Russian fluke men, hepatovore stretchy guys, Joisy devils, vampires, werewolves, pyrokenetic Irish bastards, Kathy Griffins, genies, divine Burt Reynoldses, psychics, really…

They simply reuse Band of Brothers footage.

The weirdest thing is, they could have easily had Scudder join up as a Canadian soldier (or be Canadian, because whatever, same shit) and had him fight the Russians as an enemy combatant during the Siberian Intervention of 1918.

I don't know, Kevin James' wife was way out of his league in real life too. But then again, there's a difference between a highly successful and presumably very wealthy real-life stand-up and a schlubby, blue collar sitcom dad. Money gets you trim.

There were a lot of hot girls at the convention that weren't Britta or Annie. Like the Thoraxis-fangirl that chatted up Jeff, or that chick with the Afro and the neon lime bra.

Only a couple minutes into it, but how can an episode that opens with Gillian Jacobs Tarzan-swinging away in the background in her underwear earn anything less than an A?

WHERE ARE THE BODIES, KNAUF? WHERE ARE THE BODIES?!

[citation needed]

Somewhere out there in the ether, there's a version of Breaking Bad with Amy Poehler as a perky chemistry teacher diagnosed with cancer, Aubrey Plaza as her burnt out junky former student, and Rashida Jones as stern, glasses-wearing drug lord/pollo hermana who executes underlings with boxcutters.

That really was the creepiest thing April's ever done.

They cancel Parks and Rec, and Amy Poehler stumbles across the wastes, sits down by the riverside as "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" starts up in the background. Rashida Jones weeps, yet smiles faintly as Amy gives a final nod, assuring her that everything will be OK. Nick Offerman watches, stoic but shaken.

I love the recurring Halloween costume motifs, especially Britta's completely non-sexual and incredibly cute squirrel, ham, and dragonturtle, and was mildly disappointed that Shirley's costume wasn't ambiguous in the slightest.