That would be Beorn. It's entirely plausible that they will bombadil him, as Bilbo and Co. basically just visit with him and then move on. It doesn't really advance the plot in any way. I hope they don't though - I always liked ol' Big B and found that whole section amusing - the dwarves showing up by twos while…

Yeah, I get that he's an Istari and doesn't age the way a human being does. But wouldn't that make it even more important that he doesn't look any older than he does in LotR?
Anyways, I'm actually not that concerned about it really. What I am concerned about is that it might get turned into an epic action movie like…

Get on with it, already!
Sir Ian's not getting any younger. I wonder if they're going to do any CGI-based "youngering" motherfuckery on his face like they did in X-Men 3. God I sure hope not.

Someone should tell her that there's a cream for that.

A Grey Man Beats Off As He Reads the Responses to His Lame Trolls. "People are paying attention to me!!!!!"

How about Rush's "Between the Wheels"? Maybe Robert has an accomplice…

Romantic comedies that don't suck
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Knocked Up
The 40-Year Old Virgin

@ Vamos Atomos - and don't forget the hobbits falling all over each other to get the mushrooms on the side of the road in FotR.

You guys are forgetting that the X-movies are pretty much sticking to the Ultimate X-Men continuity. It's unlikely they will go back to Lee/Kirby era stuff, 'cause that won't bring in the kids.

"I just want to please you, Patrick."
"Make it so."

He broke his leg and couldn't type anymore.
So we shot him.

District 9 was great, but I think I liked Basterds better.

Fuck yeah, Toots. 54-46 That's My Number is a fucking kickass song.

Who among us have not, at some time, hunkered? Myself, I usually hunker down, but I do not seek to restrict a person's choice regarding which direction to hunker. Live and let live, I say.

Circumcised blowjobs only.

From now on all of my blowjob requests will be done angrily.

I had a Wiccan-themed wedding, and mead was served. It was okay. I had a brutal hangover the next day, but that was most likely due to the 18 different kinds of alcohol I drank, rather than the mead itself.

To paraphrase Otto von Bismarck: Love is like sausages, it's better not to see it being made.

I'm just tickled pink someone made an I, Claudius reference.
I'm somewhat less enthused that I'm replying to a fucking spam message. Seriously, AV Club, delete this asshole. He's damaging my calm.

I believe that's Blood Work you're referring to, John. Not one of Clint's better movies, to be sure.