This may be just the ghosts of my traumatized adolescence, but why would you ever make that connection in the first place? A pretty girl has no need to be cool; she's pretty.

I don't get why her family should matter once her own prejudice is put out there. I mean, it would be crazy to say "I hate, I dunno, Japanese girls, but my family is pretty cool with them, so let's call it a draw?"

Wow. So the idea that a revival of a low-rated show isn't perfection actually caused Wall Street to pay attention says that even with the random racial slurs and threats against pretty much everyone in Wisconsin, my Newsbot 3000 is more or less ready to roll! I mean, it couldn't be any worse, right?

The air conditioner is on the fritz and it's 44C inside so they all have to do their work, stripped down, covered with sweat, desperate relief. Then the hunky air conditioner repair man comes in, ready to satisfy…

Wow; just went looking through the wikipedia portrait list; those are some ugly, ugly men. Show business for ugly people indeed.

I like to think the two guys on the right play it as if they're Sisko and Picard, and the guy on the left has 20 kids by 17 mothers and a few show up every episode.

If you're not target-marketed, how can you feel truly loved? No human can care about you like a team of young, douchebag-led corporate go-getters and their brand new demographic-slicing algorithm!

Maybe it's a miserablist Romeo-and-Juliet drama about slowly-dying heroin addicts split by the Catholic-Protestant divide in modern Northern Ireland? With magic ponies.

Why can't it be both?

And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

The best part of that song are the screams and moans; like it needed an extra bit to really hammer the point home.

Bond Age.

Sure, but still not gay for Moleman.

As an old grump, I can't accept that a shitty story can be redeemed by pretty pictures and a good score. Sure, those things make a bad movie less bad, but, IMHO (YMMV), bad story means bad movie period. But I'll accept that it's largely me; pretty pictures (or music sans vocals) alone tend to bore me, even if I accept…

That was my exact reaction. Cool credit sequence, then I stopped noticing, then about an hour in my nose hurt. I suppose if I wore glasses normally, the last part might be less bad?

I assume Ritz crackers figured prominently.

They both should; maybe the look would catch on and the pompa-Tut would be the thing that identifies this decade in future, like the feathered hair and mop-tops our parents wore for some reason.

More like "Brooklyn Nyet", n'est pas?

I love how 80's Peter Cetera is considered beyond the pale, because holy shit was he bad.

It will live forever as a joke in Back to the Future! Longer than any of us anyway.