The spooky little musical cue when the mice dress up as a ghost is yet another snippet of proof (if any is needed) that Carl Stalling was the fucking best.

I'll say it again for good measure: FUCK Bill Lava, man. The best onomatopoeia I can produce to mimic his scores is WONKA-wonka-WONKA-wonkA-DERPDERPDERPDERRRP

Don't forget the music! A curse upon Bill fucking Lava and his sons for seven generations. That shit dates things so hard.

SCENE: Teenage boy is being disemboweled and devoured by a pack of velociraptors. They squabble over his innards like dogs fighting over a sausage link, snarling and snapping and posturing.

"Golly, I sure hope Jurassic Park 4 gets greenlit and that it has a title that reminds you of those old McWorld ads!" said absolutely no-one fucking ever.

So, random question: Does anyone gets serious Arch Hall, Jr. (of MST3K's EEGAH! fame) vibes off of Meth Damon every time he shows up? 'Cause seriously: http://www.imdb.com/media/r…

I stick by my guns that KNOWLEDGE WAS HIS TREASURE!! is actually a reference to that wonderfully stupid MacGuyver movie about Atlantis where Brian Blessed played the villain. Or, y'know, it's referencing that line because it's such a trope at this point, which may be slightly more likely.

There was something bothering me about this album—and as someone who think the last two were masterpieces it broke my heart a little to admit that— and I think I've finally figured out what. With a few exceptions, it seems very … beige to me. The production has smoothed out all the rough edges and there's not as much…

If that is indeed because Kaye was an idiot and wanted to end the movie with Derek going WELP BACK TO THE SKINHEADS FOR ME like I've heard, more fuckin' dick move power to Norton. The only saving grace of that movie as-is is his performance; it sure as hell isn't the nuanced plot or subtle direction.

I agree with this statement. Nobody does tamped-down boiling hate like Ed. Ruffalo's Banner just seems sort of bemused by everything going on around him, not nearly as frustrated as you would expect from a guy who turns into a giant green monster every time someone cuts him off in traffic who hasn't gotten laid in…

Are you me?

Where The Wild Things Are comes close. We see how well THAT did, though.

Considering Black Beauty is set in the 1860s, I don't even know if they're talking about that one.

Wallace looooooooved writing endings like that. Did you ever read Beauty? Fucking hell.

His father goes down with the ship.

I saw this as a horse-loving 12-year old who had already read the entire Black Stallion series (and boy did that Alec kid have some bad fucking luck), and was bored out of my goddamned mind, not to mention INCENSED that they had changed things from the book. When I saw it years later, in my twenties, the beauty of…

It really makes me think of Robot Chicken, anyway.

I still count Terhune's books as some of my nostalgic favourites. They are breathlessly overwrought, maudlin, and hyperbolic in that way that Victorian and turn-of-cthe-century lit always is, but I challenge you to read the last story in Lad: A Dog and not be moved by the old, old soldier fighting against overwhelming…

Loud pipes apparently do NOT save lives, in that book's case.

Your nephew is Dean Venture?