One of Steinman's top two or three masterpieces in my book…

Miller was still just a workin' stiff in 1984. He hadn't yet been recognized as an institution.

Why the fuck would anyone make a movie where Arnold struggles to say 'Cellular Level'?

With Herzog as their foil? Please notify me when your Kickstarter begins.

Agreed on both counts. I'm not sure whether Barker blames the ultimate trainwreck of the thing on studio interference, or accepts responsibility (his novella "Cabal" is much better), but the failure has nothing to do with Cronenberg's wonderfully creepy performance.

Obviously the prisoners have an edge in terms of worldliness and pragmatism, but may lag the liberal arts dropouts in terms of flowery vocabulary.

Well, egg-laying, technically…

If you can't pog with something, you're just not pogging hard enough.

I haven't actually watched Hey Arnold!, but I'd assume that Dino Spumoni was a parody of Dean Martin rather than Sinatra, or was he intended as kind of a fusion of both?

I'm sure he gets legitimately enraged on the street all the time by people coming up to him and saying:

There's never been an inherent problem with an assassin running for President — It's always just a question of whom they assassinate.

I don't think that distinction accurately describes most downvotes, even if "hate speech" could be as clearly defined as you assert. Downvoting is, primarily, simply an expression of disagreement.

That was key in Garfield's case, who lived long enough for the infection to get him. With Lincoln, the main issue was inhibiting blood clotting and injuring brain tissue.

It pushes the nails-on-chalkboard limit for me (and apparently many others), but at least Ripperton can actually hit the notes. Any time I hear anyone else attempt it, though, I grab my helmet and head for the bunker.

Actually most of the damage was from just their insistence on finding it.

The bows in the theatrical version I saw did enhance the distancing effect that MacDonald mentions. Another variation might be having all the characters that die appear singing backup alongside the chorus as the film progresses.

A friend of mine just moved to the Panama City Beach area, so I know that that Florida humidity warps your perspective, as well as your woodwork…

I saw the stage version some years after the film (having known about the original ending for most of the intervening time), and could definitely see why it worked, though in my case I was seeing a community theater version, where the broadness and amateurishness of the performances also helped distance the audience…

Though that plays as a fairly lighthearted take on the "The End… or is it?" trope common to horror movies from the '50s on. That's as close to a non-happy ending as the movie Audrey and Seymour deserve to come.

The internal organs, holding a lot of moisture and bacteria, are where decay generally starts — The ancient Egyptians removed them fairly promptly and buried them separately in jars, drying out the rest to make they mummies they're famous for. Depending on environmental conditions, bodies will often naturally dry out…