I think the normal and healthy thing for us all to do would be to plunge a large shard of glass into our collective abdomen rather than suffer the indignity of watching this remake.

Beavers, my solicitor, ever with a keen eye for un-scrupulous money-making ventures, says, much to my astonishment, that great shoals of half-wits and degenerates stay up ‘round the clock discussing nickel-odeon pictures and iconoscopic serials and other third-rate enter-tainments. Not only do they choose to fritter…

But he isn’t actually committing murder, and the guy applied to be a subject on the show with Derren Brown like everyone else does. Brown doesn’t just pick a person at random: he’s pretty frank that his shtick doesn’t work on everyone. He’s also done other shows about how mobs act which resulted in a crowd of people…

Yo, Aimee, Derren Brown has done loads of documentaries debunking pseudoscience and supposed miracles. He makes no pretence that what he does is magical or gifted. But he does do what he does, and regularly tours live.

I love the movie You Got Served, which we all know is an American remake of a long-running British series called Are You Being Served?

Viruses really fuck with the Iron Man suit’s programming.

I’m a little older so comic book movies started for me with Ron Ely’s Doc Savage (1975). It was cheap and schlocky but as a little boy I loved it. It ended on a cliffhanger which was supposed to be continued in a sequel that never got made. However I was a little boy and didn’t understand that so i kept pestering my…

Sorry, but England already has a ‘postapocalyptic, furious, illegal night-time street race’, and it’s called the M25.

He couldn’t. Ryan Reynolds is a total bottom.

“Iron knee?”

I’d like to see a more regular board game column here at the AV Club. They’re beginning to permeate popular culture more and more in the last few years. But given that you’re apparently just discovering cooperative games, you have some catching up to do.

The central conceit of the comment is, on the surface, a rebuke of shoddy internet film criticism. I sympathize with the commenter’s yearning for the good old days of print journalism when professionals were taken seriously, and paid serious money for their opinions. The pain of earning “a degree in journalism with a…