I thought Tosh was a garden variety douche when I first saw him, but he is pretty funny and the kind of guy who takes the piss out of other douches without them knowing it. But every once in awhile he goes for laffs with something mildly racially insensitive, which puts me back on the fence. His redemptions are…

I didn't regret seeing it, it's just so slow I can't imagine seeing it again.

I always imagine Comedy Central as two opposing forces: Colbert, Daily Show, South Park, Reno 911, and Chappelle vs. all that lowest common denominator crap. And Tosh is still trying to figure out which side he's on. I can't imagine the two sides having anything to say to each other.

I saw a commercial for This Is It with my kids last night and they said "is this an old movie? I thought he was dead." That became a teachable moment on the ghoulishness of the entertainment industry.

Halfway through Assassination I just knew I never wanted to see it again. How can you stand those interminable stretches of nothing?

How do you stumble upon Clockwork Orange? 90% of that movie has to be cut for TV (70% for basic cable).

Alien, Aliens . . . let's just stop with those two.

Today these avatars are just singing songs, but I can see some misbegotten (but licensed) avatar put to all sorts of unflattering tasks.

He's fallen into a Floyd hole!

Mosey on, Switters, nobody wants your kind of trouble.

You know who's really good at chess? Dr. Stephen T. Colbert, DFA.

I don't doubt that Savage Love can be commented on with taste — I just don't think it can happen here. I say that affectionately, AVC.

More like welcome to YOUR doom.

No way. The last thing I want to read is AVC readers' freaky freaky commentary on Savage columns. And the only way not to read them is if they don't exist here.

Zack you seem like the kind of staffer who is responsive to the people, so please cover Metalocalypse. Like VB, I get a lot more out of the show by reading the review and comments the next day, so hop to it.

I detected no irony in that dance whatsoever. It may be the perfect dance.

I went camping with my sons a few weeks ago, and I had Blair Witch in mind when I took them on a spooky late night (9 p.m., haha) hike. Every goddamned tree branch is a grasping claw, if you narrate it correctly.

The smeared photos were a particularly nice touch in The Ring. Camera doesn't lie, yer screwed.

Blair Witch is my number one scariest movie. The fake doc conceit was well known by the time I rented it, but I got completely freaked watching it alone in the dark (and I'm a grown ass man).

I think this movie especially resonates with me and others because it ran pretty often during the daytime when I was too young to see the late night good stuff. My fellow 8-year-olds and I referred to it as the Yabi doll for years afterward, because it ran around saying yabi yabi yabi (or at least that's how we…