Poor little Heather…
Poor little Heather…
The hissy-fit they threw after Gladiator was truly something to see.
No coleslaw!
I always enjoyed Nabin's snark inside the framework of his signature features - I'll miss you most of all, Silly Little Showbiz Book Club - but really, Ignatiy > Nabin.
Except it's actually Tommy Stinson and Buckethead.
I'm sure on the inlay for The Sounds Of Science, they said that before recording Check Your Head they had decided to drop all the usual hip-hop macho posing and casual chauvinism from their lyrics; with the result that most of the vocals were recorded just prior to the final mixing of the album, as they had to…
Am I the only one who had this playing in their head as the "barbershop quartet"-style interlude from their Futurama appearance?
Even though I love everything I've ever seen of George C. Scott's filmography, my first instinct on reading this feature was to CTRL-F "groin". I've clearly been commenting here too long…
RowboatCop!
No, definitely say this to her. If she laughs, she's a keeper.
Nope, the murderer turns out to be Batista's hat - it has attained sentience and hungers for brains.
Even worse - the "I killed my creator" storyline was already used when Dexter found out that Harry killed himself within a day of walking in on Dexter cutting up an early victim. Of course they'd drag that old whiffer out of the closet again; have the writers on this show had any new ideas at all since the finale of…
In an old pre-AVClub interview with The Onion - back when he had a talk show on CNBC - Grodin more or less said he was too interested in politics to ever return to movie acting. It's here anyway:
"Killer Smarmy Motivational Speaker" is a mere short hop away from "Killer Robot Driving Instructor". Season 5 sucked.
Every season opens up new possibilities for the writers. Maybe this time, Batista will get a new hat.
Surely it's the female version of this picture…
Ann Coulter is constructed entirely out of knees. And elbows.
"Unrealistic"? Mann based it on an actual encounter between a Chicago detective and a career perp he had under surveillance.
They turned up in the studio not having written any songs - 'Make It With Chu' from Desert Sessions vol.9 excepted - and it kind of shows. There are some great songs on Era Vulgaris, but too many of the riffs sound forced and kind of obvious - 'Battery Acid' being a prime example - and would have been laughed out of…
There is actually a "Die Hard in an Elevator"-type movie: