You really don't. Trust me.

Kick-Ass wasn't awful, but it wasn't very good when Nick Cage and Hitgirl weren't on screen.

I'm dealing with it by saying "Fuck you".

The Phantom Menace gets a B? Man, fuck you.

TESTOSTERONE?
PERPOSTERONE!

SPOILER ALERT
It ends with a bunch of bad-ass, multi-ethnic mercenaries overthrowing the corrupt regime.

Shut up.

Behold! I have uncovered the mystical Staff of CancerAids! Prepare to be smitten with the chaotic power of the ancients!

HEY NERDS!
SWIRLIE TIME!

Hey Spencer…
…how's that HOPA and change workin' out fer ya?

"The Weatherman"
I predict the oncoming ten years will be known as "The Decade of Douchey Nicknames".

David Duchovny autobiopic.

I killed him, and let me assure you, he did not die well.

I Enjoy Her Unironically
But I'm not a "little" monster, if you catch my drift…

Patricia Heaton is still okay, right?

No, it's "Heart".

Come now, Yoko Ono is an artist and is therefor above such petty materialism.

Iron.

Come now, Paul Blart: Mall Cop was a work of unparalleled genius.

She has the loft rigged with explosives and is a member of Opus Dei.