Okay, one more:

Tootsie or GTFO.

Speaking of Doctors, David Tennant's Criss Angel look in Fright Night was delightful.

Yus.

Bowie in goblin king makeup probably warped my tiny mind as a child. If I had been given the option, when he held out that little glass ball and said "I will be your slave," I would've cut him off with a quick "YES", asked for Toby to be dumped on my parents and ran off into a world of heavy eyeliner and codpieces.

AwoooaaahaaahhhaaaaaahhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

Yup - Bill, the awkward, but clearly destined for hottnesss Skarsgard.

The boy Skarsgard that was running around in that awful Netflix show isn't too bad on the eyes, either.

That's okay, Ryan Gosling. I forgive you. Huggles!

It's always disappointing to arrive at an uggo party and slowly realize that you are one of the appointed uggos.
Of course, then you get to have an uggo-on-uggo hookup, which I guess is a plus for all of us.

Did you see the posters, Scrawler? Apparently Skarsgard the elder has sex with ladies by mauling them like a bear.

No! NO! Bad Sean! *hits nose with newspaper* No!

I don't know. Maybe because some people just don't want to hear about my personal experience with death anxiety. But to be honest, I posted because I figured I wasn't the only one.

*gets the shakes*
Why does everyone hate me???!?
*weeps, eats chocolate*

That's actually a really great question. I think any nation where death is shuffled away into hospitals and hospices, where disease and accident are much rarer than any time in history, where life expectancy is high, you'll have a populace that doesn't have to face death.

Ignatiy V, baby!

As good as this review is, and as well done as this show seems to be, I just can't bring myself to watch this. My mortality haunts my every waking breath, so much so that I receive treatment for anxiety. I'm pretty sure I'd just weep through most of this.

I always figured that the family would've survived the electrocution. They play death games all the time!

Give it time. This movie was made in 1978, many years after the promise of the flower children was killed off.
Also, we're just now learning the extent of the wire tapping and data mining (I just learned today that the US was spying on the pope. The pope!) I bet more than one screen writer is scribbling away as we…

I have fond memories of the live action films, but boy did they screw the pooch by making the lead friggin' Uncle Fester. In both movies, no less! The B plots and the randomness were far more interesting.
Also, I love my husband, but if anyone ever dips me and calls me "Cara mia," and responds to my "Mon cher" with…