I think it's one of those TV shows that, whatever, the plot manage to do it in the most humdrum, dullsworth, unstylish way possible.

Counterpoint: Wrong.

If it makes you feel better, the GOP just hired her as a minority outreach co-ordinator.

I prefer to imagine it going down this way:

"An Apple II?!?!!? But nobody likes sequels! It's gonna be just like The Empire Whatever that everyone knows will be garbage!"

Nobody wanted to go see a movie called bEARDS.

I'm sorry, but the volcano has blown. And we're going to buried in ash. Two thousand two hundred and four pounds of it.

It sounds more like it's the film crew who are to blame for that one. But that's splitting airs.

I'm going to say the band named after the river of the dead who have an entire album devoted to the idea of being an undercover robot musician might have the slight edge here.

To answer your question: this movie has many terrible and frightening things, but no spanish inquisition.

Haven't I V. sign kit? Y-Yes.

Nothing says "I love you" like a forgettable Seth Rogen movie. And the gift of diamonds.

I guess, but I didn't really think of Hangover 3 as a comedy, but more as some sort of tax shelter / money laundering scheme.

For some reason, I picture some website / youtube review show giving this out as high praise. "Ladies, you finally got your Boondock Saints: It's The Great Gatsby!" It's hosted by someone like S.E. Cupp, and at the end of her rave review she wonders when Luhrmann will turn his genius to adapting The Fountainhead.

I'm sure a sane and eloquent answer can be found on Infowars.

*takes glasses off, and holds bridge of nose*

"On the other hand, the extended cut of Sucker Punch is my favorite of
his movies, and the one I would use to defend him against critics."

Same. The Purge sounds like something that I would love if it were done by Kathryn Bigelow in her Point Break / Near Dark days. If Mindy Kaling had stayed longer in This is the End, instead of making it a brofest, then it would have some appeal for me.

You're getting my hopes up that someone in a robot suit will sit on a toilet that's wired to explode, with the attempt to keep him alive causing the bomb to go off, the toilet flying through the air and falling onto a car, and various jokes about the homoeroticism of one man in a robot suit on top of another man in a…

I'm astonished that no one's posted yet Kelly Kreth's "Sorry Girls…He's Single!"; I'm equally surprised that it didn't get a link in the main review as there's a masochistic quality that reminds me of many subjects of My Year of Flops, Direct to DVD Purgatory, etc. - i.e. the Nathan Rabin waterfront.