Are Nicolas Cage movies a metaphor for humanity or is humanity a metaphor for Nicolas Cage movies? I'll go with the latter.

This may not have been the best written episode, but would have been undoubtedly highly entertaining. Why did you have to let us know this was a possibility?

I happen to live in Tulsa and we don't waste our time on the puerile drivel known as "cinema". We're too busy discussing the themes of Kafka's finest works while tinkering with ideas that will make solar energy economically viable.

But today's music tools and media devices give us access to so many different styles of god-awful crap. In the late 90s the god-awful crap we listened to was much less diverse.

Wait… So Spinal Tap is parody and Nickelback isn't? What a country!

Tied with every other song written or performed by a female. (And here's where I watch the "likes" rack up because ladies love an asshole. Stay beautiful, dolls.)

What about "We Just Did It in Ronald Reagan Masks, Now It's Time to Go" written by me tomorrow night?

William Powell doesn't get enough credit. He is on par with Cary Grant at comedic cool. Someone being that damn suave and funny at the same time is just unfair.

Blaxsploitation version: "Godfrey, My Man!" British version: "My God, Manfrey!"

All this will seem quaint in a couple decades after we've all been absorbed by pop culture and we simply "experience" all of it simultaneously. The Facts of Life girls will mingle with Colonel Kurtz while Dr. Caligari pops in for a quick hello. It will be glorious.

I love gripping stuff.

Yeah, everything has its place as long as its authentic. I just don't like when they force boisterous laughter to cover up the fact that nothing funny is really being said.

I'm only seven, smartass.

I couldn't agree more about how annoying the podcast-laughter is. There's no shortage of funny people I like who podcast, but listening to most of them makes me think a creature made of nitrous oxide and feather-fingers has run amok in the room.

I recall Bill Murray being the only thing I liked about this. After I watched it it struck me as yet another movie-length episode of a sitcom from that era. There were some kick-ass comedies in the 80s, but a lot of them retain a reputation they don't deserve just because they wrongly received some initial acclaim.

Everything looks bad if you remember it.

"Milk was a bad choice." I mean "Ow, my freakin' ears!" No, wait… "Tigers love pepper. They don't like cinnamon." Shit. I'm bad at this.

I saw this movie as a 14 year old gay boy, a 15 year old straight boy, a 19 year old transgender astronaut, and most recently as a hermaphrodite in love with a horse.

Me too. I bet my fatwa was bigger.

I feel that way about the South when I watch Deliverance.