Just as well. Speaking as an Asimov fan I can't think offhand of any sci-fi author who lends himself less to big-screen adaptation.

Complete with, naturally, the fun body-horror image of the steampunk syringes applied (as they say) directly to the forehead.

Mr Book, Mr Hand and Mr Sleep. Love those guys.

I find it almost impossible to use the phrase "shut it down" without following it up with "shut it down forever!"

I remember that. It was such a weird choice, because everywhere else in the movie he's glowery, gravelly and screaming in equal measure.

So Fox went down to Egypt-land and let their people go.

Not quite. Cleopatra wanted to bear Caesar's child to secure her position, but they were still days away when she was ovulating. So she decided to fuck one of the legionaries and pretend the resulting baby was Caesar's.

Sure, Newton was an ass. But at a certain point I think that simply ceases to matter. He was one of the greatest minds in human history and advanced our scientific understanding by an indeterminate amount.

Interesting notion.

At least they acknowledged the absurdity of pitting Nye against one of the most transcendent geniuses of all time.

Fatio de Dulliers might beg to differ.

Probably Mr. Terrific.

I just want to chime in to say that the Valentine's Day event in P4G is a fun addition and, frankly, more than a little brutal.

"The innkeeper waking, next to Suzanne Pleschette."

I will see you all in the place where no shadows fall.

Good looking out, @avclub-080d41dc2b5c07c57359a99a3a822234:disqus.

I'm still a little bothered by Ross' lack of personality in that scene. It would have been a fine (as well as his final) opportunity to have a perspective that wasn't just "me too!"

Personally, I think she had a conscience. She was deeply moral and conscientious of her own people. She just didn't really think that anybody else had any value outside of their immediate utility (or lack of it).

I trust that your judge's throne is receding slowly into the impenetrable darkness that is the future.

That last shot of them on the promenade also serves to underscore, one final time, how Jake has grown in size like Rita Repulsa threw her staff from the moon.