You say that like it's a bad thing.

I'll keep it short. Third movie of the day. Fourth row. Massive headache. "The World Is Not Enough."

Thanks, Zuul — you brought us full circle.

But Perrette is a nice, safe, cuddly goth who says cute, witty stuff — not like that brooding malcontent with the nose-to-ear-chain piercing slumping in the parking lot with his skateboard, scowling at you as you go in to buy orthopedic shoes. It's different.

Are you implying that battling evil poodles is ever NOT a good thing?

With a softball bat. Wrapped in razor wire.

I don't think he's got the equipment for it, Louis.

He canna he canna he canna he canna sa-winggg, battah!

Truly and verily. And Lifetime Imbecilic Dorkoid Achievement Awards to every AVC poobah who didn't know Kline and Cates are married. Jeez …

Just heard "Get On Your Boots" … and if
"Beautiful Day"/"Walk On" = recycled Unforgettable Fire
and
"Vertigo" = recycled "Achtung Baby"
then
"Get On Your Boots" = recycled "Pop" (specifically "Discotheque")

Hey Hipster — way to put the entire World Wide Web to sleep.

That too. Because too much Barry Longyear adaptation is still not enough.

Kate Winslet's swinging body parts cover a multitude of sins. And if the Oscar go as expected, they cover some war crimes as well.

Once we were fair and had sky in our hair
But now we're content to have dinosaurs for law enforcement partners …

Bring on the Sky Captain review. Because too much Gwyneth Paltrow is still not enough.

That one never got over Corey Hart. Sad case, really.

Nice try, dan, but no, it'll suck. We'll just have to deal with it.

Mmmmmm … locusts. Yummy …

I don't know, and frankly, I'm afraid to find out.

Hung 18: Legally Hung