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Probably a better example of product placement (which had to be fixed, twice) in a Stephen King book is the Payday candy bar in The Stand. They're Harold Lauder's favorite food, and a plot point late in the book hinges on Harold leaving a big chocolate thumbprint on something. Problem is, Paydays aren't made with

I like to imagine that once a year, on the date of Silence of the Lambs' original premiere, Ted Levine tucks his junk back and dances to "Goodbye Horses."

Love the suit!

Yondu is a blue alien with a big red fin/mohawk that runs from his head all the way down his back. Why not Rooker?

Or was she just acting like she was really drunk? Wheels within wheels, man.

Jesus Christ, that's like a facehugger grafted onto her wrist. Will Ferrell's lucky to be alive.

I'll celebrate when Anthony Lane dies, but not in the same way as this memorial. (I don't care that he didn't like Watchmen, but he went way out of his way in his New Yorker review to take potshots at Alan Moore at the same time, so fuck 'im.)

@avclub-cfe912f5cb3aa572bd1c9ae2a9b82207:disqus : Hey, Ebert's life was about a lot more than big titties, but those got referenced a lot too.

Great band name: Powder Blue Shoes.

I have, literally, seen this statement.

Apparently it's been tried.

Counterargument: Daria.

Not to mention the The Color of Money crossover, The Chalking Dead.

I would watch that reasonably.

Let's be honest: who thought, at first glance at the cover, "Wait—Dolph Lundgren?"

@avclub-f42523df3fafe56f111474dc70679dcf:disqus : Something something with my steely weapon.

Panic in Detroit?

@avclub-d3d9446802a44259755d38e6d163e820:disqus Nobody liked The New Age? That makes me kind of sad; sure, some of it is pretty ax-grindy WRT different fads, but the bits with Samuel L. Jackson's boiler room manager really cooked, and overall I saw it as much in the same vein as Albert Brooks' Lost in America, minus