I generally hate all A Christmas Carol adaptations because it's such a tired, dead concept, but The Muppet Christmas Carol rules. Gotta say that Michael Caine as Scrooge is an inspired casting choice.
I generally hate all A Christmas Carol adaptations because it's such a tired, dead concept, but The Muppet Christmas Carol rules. Gotta say that Michael Caine as Scrooge is an inspired casting choice.
Was Jerry's illegal cable hookup from season one? That dream sequence where he's shot dead by the FBI and Kramer coddles his lifeless body crying, "Cable boy? What have you done to my cable boy!?" is just about the height of hilarity.
Actually, on second thought, don't.
This man won an Academy Award, people. Show some fucking respect!
No, no, no, don't stop a-rockin'!
Wincing The Night Away is awesome. I didn't say anything bad about it.
All you guys are talking about Broken Bells and I've never even heard of it. To the music emitting round disc depository!
I have to admit that I have similar reservations. The lack of a full band and the length of time separating this record and Wincing The Night Away has me feeling more than a little nervous about the album's quality. It always seems as if things go downhill when one person designates themselves as the "leader" or, even…
Yeah, his momma.
The fact that this article appeared in the Newswire following one about R. Kelly cannot be a coincidence.
There are only two things I can't stand in this world. People who are intolerant of other people's cultures… and the Dutch.
My money's on this new Jurassic Park being little more than a rebranded Fanboys.
It's not really about hating something just because it's popular. It's more like hating something because it sucks and it's also popular. The popularity of The Moldy Peaches just adds to their already interminable shittiness.
My avatar is D. Boon, cuntface. That's nothing to turn your nose up at.
I, too, went to film school. Please, AV Clubers, don't judge all of us based on the obnoxious attitude of this sconn asshat.
Agreed on Juno. That wasn't a bad movie at all. But god, I fucking hate The Moldy Peaches. I hated them before Juno, and I think I hate them even more now. Every time I meet a cute girl and she tells me that she likes them, I just start to see red and I want to cut her with a broken Beat Happening disc.
Ow. My brains.
Toeing… sounds like Boeing…
I can't wait for Davis to show up as a talking head in one of those Loose Change movies.
And I'm sure you will die not knowing anything about "jokes."