My grandparents had a copy of this movie on VHS when I was a kid. The film scared the hell out of me, but I still watched it repeatedly. Albeit safely behind the couch where the prehistoric brain-sucking monster wouldn't get me.

All the bad news
Between this and the 'Dan Akroyd as Yogi Bear' news, my soul is hurting a little bit.

Why Dan, Why? Is it the money? We'll take up a collection for you. Did you loose a bet with Murray? He's kinda of an ass (a funny ass, but an ass nonetheless), so no one would care if you didn't pay up. Whenever Murray would bag on you or Ramis I always said to myself: "at least they didn't do Garfield." Now…I…

Nick Cage. No make up. Just batshit intensity.

The prequels
Weren't war crimes. Sure the dialogue was wretched and the acting was disturbing bad, but a lot of that comes from a director who no longer has a group of overseers reigning him in.

Maybe this is just
One of the those 'performance art' things that the kids are doing nowadays. You know, where you pretend to do something patently insane and have Casey Affleck film it. Because I refuse to believe that Sean Connery's handlers didn't once step in and tell him this might not be the greatest note to…

Am I the only one
who kinda liked the cheese in the first movie? Which was once described as: "Bill & Ted on soloflex."

How long until
Katherine Heigl rales agains the gender stereotypes in this movie too? Because knocked up was sexist, so she said. But all the up-tight, nagging shrews (who are unhappy apparently due to the lack of a man) she's played since then, somehow aren't.

DEAR SWEET MERCIFUL LORD!
I swear to all that is holy I didn't know what slash-fic meant before I clicked on that link. Now not only will IT be making a call to my boss, but I also have a few more psychological scars to deal with too.

Was in a shitty bodega once in Chicago (I think) and found a can of rip-off Mountain Dew called 'Mountain Holler.' Every time you pop the top on one of those cans, you have to shout 'Woo!' in your best Unknown Hinson/Early Kyler voice.

I understand that answering hate with more hate never solves anything, much like arguing in threads on pop culture blogs, but I wish I had telekinetic powers so I could pop their heads like those dudes in 'Scanners.' Or feed them to the C.H.U.Ds. Either one.

@ Binky: Yeah, they're escaped prisoners. I saw this movie when I was very young and that part actually freaked me out a little bit.

Great Wyrm FTW. Yes, a moratorium is needed. If I see one more snarky zombie book written by an aging hipster, I'm gonna eat THEIR brains with some fava beans and a nice chilled Fresca.

We've got guns, knives, sharp sticks…

And then I read that C.C. Baxter has beaten me to the reference…

And I thought the Michael Bay scene in the Imagination Land episode of South Park was satire…

Don't forget Monsterquest. My favorite part is when they get some scientist on there and ask him a question like: "Is it POSSIBLE that a mutated, 6-foot tall Fluke Man lives in the sewers of Boston and feeds on the homeless?" To which an honest scientist will usually answer: "Anythings POSSIBLE but that would be…

I'm going to the community theatre tonight to nibble on some scenery in his memory.

Like a junkie craving my first high, I still wish I could go back and re-experience the first time I saw Night of the Living dead. I saw it when I was a kid, when zombies were still scary and I was perfectly capable of being sucked into the feeling of isolation and terror whilst being able to ignore the shitty…

I didn't HATE Dairy of the Dead, if only because *spoiler* (if anyone cares) that obnoxious asshole with the camera got eaten. It was like watching what a bunch of high-school drama kids would do with a super-8 and few hundred dollars. Then again, that might be what it was…