Then, hopefully, someone will take my advice to set Chris Brown on fire, with the assistance of a truly *outrageous* amount of jellied gasoline as an accelerant.

Uh… Twilight does not pre-date most genre fiction ever made.   Thus, it is Twilight that is drawing off of these sources.  Two, this movie is *obviously* pandering to that specific market.  It's not cross-over appeal, it's not "people liked X, Y is kinda similar to X, so they will like Y".  People liked Night of the…

They're already working on that doc, it's called, of course, Brothers

@avclub-90b260aec23ea2e4e506dc2c3a9fb0c6:disqus  Wasn't that the cunnilingus aficionado version released by some shitty New York porno studio?

That's not how reincarnation works.

Hmm, I might have to check this track out, at least.  I mean, I wouldn't have the same connection to it, of course, in any way, but I'm interested in songs (and other art media) that people latch onto as having universally-relatable elements.

While that's true, Cypher, the world will not condemn you if you should, say, be diagnosed with a terminal illness and decide, as your last, great act, to take out WBC protestors by strapping a chainsaw to each arm and just rush in swinging.

Why can't it be both?

Why can't it be both?

The Kroegen always growls that it's better to burn out than to fade away, and then tosses some bitch in his car and peels out.

Too much EbolaSARS.

Vampires are Zombies with slightly better skin.  Both of them are walking corpses.

He knows this because he is related to, either by genetics or proximity, to prairie dogs, a related species of rodent… varmints, if you will.

Prolly 'cause, if you grew up in the 80s, this song was in *heavy* rotation during day-time television as part of an ad for a 6-LP or 4-cassette set of WW2-era American songs, for $19.95, plus shipping and handling.

It's a failing grade in reviewer metrics, perhaps, but in actual academia you can pass with a D-.

This is almost a Gary Shandling routine.  Great job!

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Give it up, ladies and gents, the Eyeball man had a stroke and died right there at his keyboard.  Don't you see how his typing goes all wack at the end there?

"Comedy Central Saturday afternoon funny" reads to me like "so boring you'll pass out again, but have some fucked-up couch dreams based on barely-heard audio from the movie".

I like to think that people that post that kind of shit leave their houses within an hour, and have their privates savaged by a rabid badger.  I know it doesn't *actually* happen, but it's a pleasant thought, all the same.