Yeah, it's down to playboy TV presenter David Frost to find the goods on Nixon in a late-night word-circling session, something the obsessive Nixon-hating researchers in his employment failed to do in their years of obsessive Nixon-hating research.

Here's one
This may have been covered somewhere in the previous 4 pages of comments but …

Ellen Ripley getting her gun ready as the elevator descends to the Queen Alien level.

Yeah, Rob Schneider in Judge Dredd was the first example to spring to my mind too, but his character was just one more turd sploshing into the sewage pit that was that travesty of a film.

Frost/Nixon was essentially an underdog vs. evil overdog sports movie, with the underdog losing the first few bouts before knuckling down in a training montage (or in this case, a researchathon montage) before the all-or-nothing final round.

Burroughs
William Burroughs wrote a short story about this very number. It's in his excellent Exterminator book.

Don't forget that bit where he ripped out a guy's throat with his bare hand.

Well worn
The guy calling round to fix an appliance or some other reason to get underclothed, nubile people together and — CLICHE — everyone starts having sex. I mean, aren't there other non-cliched ways for young people to deal with their mutual attraction on screen?

"Gerard Butler vehicle"
Those words, put together, might be depressing if they weren't surreal.

Do you get to meet The Filthiest Cougars Alive?

"Eggs, eggs, eggs … oh tell me another story about eggs."

PATRICE LECONTE OWNS

In this film she spans the Parisian chic - homeless skank spectrum at different stages, and is beautiful and mesmerising throughout.

This film blew me away the one and only time I saw it, many years ago. I don't recall any hangover from the water-skiing-and-fireworks extravaganza. I do recall being completely choked up. It was in my top 5 films for a while, but the memory of it has faded (not a criticism of the film but of my brain), along with the…

"Blits out! Thank you prease."

If you're a Hun, he'll … kill you.

Bo! Svelecta

Nabin's saying Homeboy is a '30s-style movie, not a movie set in the '30s.

Or his role as the famous hand model in Zoolander. His hand did some fine work in that film.

District 10: Electric Boog- [gets drowned in boiling water by Michael Myers]