With Firefly, Wallace and Charles Lee, in the place that whores go.

#avclubtaintedhorseballs.

Recent John Williams is to big emotional beats what Danny Elfman is to Gothic whimsy. But I don't know, he felt relatively restrained here - it probably helped that Tony Kushner's chewy dialogue is difficult to upstage.

Tumbleweed rolls its eyes at another overheard Big Lebowski reference, mutters that it's been in plenty of other films.

Oscar-hungry producers are now prepping biopics of Karl Marx, Rip Van Winkle, Lord Salisbury, Abraham and ZZ Top.

Now I want Tracy Jordan to narrate the Best Picture highlight reel.

They're the Tracy and Hepburn of films I never want to see.

It's just lazy. I was hoping for an artful portmanteau, like 'Jaystin Timber-Z'.

So there was a role out there for a redhead, and Jessica Chastain didn't get it? I need to go lie down.

Ancient girls, brah. They were freaks.

Meanwhile, thanks to the conflicting schedules of Brad Pitt and Anthony Hopkins, the Legends of the Fall stadium tour remains a distant dream.

I hope lamp!

If you liked it, STOP BEING HITLER.

Jupiter's cock goes with anything. That's how we ended up with so many demigods.

No, you are the crazy! I am regular American Joe, fat and complacent. Do you want to go to the baseball match?

HEY

Same. Getting all my impressions of the show from Venture Bros and Barry on Archer, I'm also slightly upset to see that Lee Majors didn't just wear the red tracksuit all the time.

Softly croons 'Just the Way You Are' to Up All Night.

Yeah, the closest we've probably had is Lord of War, and the AK-47 still gets top billing in that.

Schtup All Night.