I sure hope this is the magical fantasy comedy I think it is, that consists of two hours of Paltrow vomiting and shitting herself, before dying in a pool of her own urine and filth.

Just because he's revisiting the same themes doesn't mean it's the same book or not good literature. With that perspective you can cut the majority of books agreed upon as worthwhile literature out of any reading list, e.g., Cormac MacCarthy (sullen loner gets into big/little trouble), Phillip Roth (having sex with…

Zing, motherfuckers!

You'll love the already greenlit the sequel, "The Help II: Mexican Help," which promises to show how white people have benevolently helped lazy, lazy Mexicans by giving them America's most well-renumerated jobs: those in the seasonal fruit picking industry.

You son of a bitch.

Well as long as Stephen King doesn't show up as a character he can't disappoint me more than he already has.

He was drunk and thought the party bus was going back to the Island, hopefully, with a bunch of lonely administrative assistants who like to be banged by fake doctors.

It's hard to choose with so many awful episodes, but it definitely was complete shit by any measure. I pretty much wanted to turn it off after the first 15 miniutes so I could just watch it on demand and skip past the 95% filler the episode was made up of.

Aww, it squashed my zero and made it look like I was saying ox…mmm…oxtail stew…

Yes, she's 10x as talented as Jada Pinkett Smith. Unfortunately, 0x anything is still equals 0.

Mmm…that's the sweet stuff I was waiting for.

Pfft…Vassar doesn't count.

You didn't roll dice, there was a grid of numbers on the last page that you were supposed to pick one using the butt of a pen or pencil…I too just cheated.

Unfortunately, since most evangelicals that believe in the Rapture are bigoted hypocrites you'd be stuck enjoying the beaches with them most likely.

C'mon. It wasn't all bad. What about that Jar-Jar? Why he's as loveable as the jive-talking crows in Dumbo, the ghettobots in Transformers 2, or the rape-happy ex-slave in Birth of a Nation.

Nothing like attempting to ride the intellectual coattails of someone's whose artistic talent far exceeds you own.

Guilty? Not guilty? I think the one thing we can all agree on is that the 3 would best be played by George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon(definitely as the semi-retarded one) bringing some of the breezy swagger of the Ocean's ## movie charm that this otherwise depressing child murder tale so desperately needs.

Speaking of which, "Dr. Manhattan's Blurred Out Blue Dong" would be a great name for one of you filthy unregistereds.

I watched Dr. Manhattan's blurred out blue dong on TNT for some reason.

Pfft. Leonard Pierce told me about these changes like a year ago.