Instead of an old woman in an empty house in "The Invaders", it'll be Megan Fox washing a corvette in a bikini. And instead of aliens, it'll be two wise cracking space detectives played by Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. And the twist ending will be that they have to team up to fight a killer robot that urinates on…

Really, really wanna DzigaDzig…ha.

As if musicians didn't already face enough discouragement about playing the bassoon.

*makes an enthusiastic choochoo whistle noise*

*starts writing The Wanton Adventures of Federicka Douglazz*

This does not bode well for my novel, The Grover Cleveland Steamer.

I dunno. But if you're Simmons at a Hollywood table, and the exec next chair over is bragging about his upcoming undead cop movie, RiPD, I'm sure this must seem like a work of genius.

Well, I was about to enjoy a nice cold beer to go with that half eaten sandwich I found on the sidewalk, but I guess I'll now skip the beer.

Are there details in Millar's non-superhero work that only comic book aficionados would get, that are necessary for enjoying his work? Playing off of standard, obscure cues that only a dedicated comics fan would know? Because as a very casual comic reader, I started on Kick Ass and didn't quite get the appeal. It felt…

Yeah, an F+ is like rowing up to someone drowning, tying a pink ribbon in their hair, then rowing away.

What is this pretty good, you speak of, heathen? Since the Great Extinguishing Flame, we only watch Police Academy 5 in the Terrible Cave and The Godfather in the Awesome Cave. There is no Pretty Good Cave. Next week, however, we get a new projectionist and Prometheus will be starting its run in the Terrible Cave.

My attempt at a valuable contribution is that Joe was written by Norman Wexler, who, just based on the strange variety of movies he wrote, seems like a fascinating guy: the aforementioned, Saturday Night Fever, Mandingo (and its sequel, Drum), Serpico, and Raw Deal. To top it off, Bob Zmuda, Andy Kaufman's long-time…

The only thing I really got out of this was Aubrey in the red room yelling "Doppelganger!" with the greyed out double eyes, while Chris Pratt, in a black suit and very frightened, backs away.

I picture our musical industrial complex coming up with something like this:

Your homogeneous phrasing makes me icked out in a somethingphobic way.

For a comment that includes the words "sexiness", "Russian", and "my job", I'm taken aback that you aren't explaining to me how I can make thousands of dollars a week at a job dealing with sexy Russian women. Taken aback, and frankly, a little disappointed.

I'd say it's a case of networks trying to cling onto the audience that watched pre-internet TV, that doesn't know how to watch or download TV programs via the internet, that's the audience that can still be counted on to be advertised to, and which can get funding (though a fraction of what it might have gotten in the…

"What is this magical nonsense the Juach spouts about free will?!?" asked Eric Roberts, while on location for A Talking Cat Part 12!?!: We're No Longer Surprised He's Talking, The Punctuation is now an Expression of Our Bipolar Mood Swings.

And to which I replied, "You will take me to Jabba now."

Sounds like a certain Mr. Grumpus is starring in the animated adventure Fire Ball ZZZZZZZZZZ.