If it has to use a real agency, as opposed to just calling it the “US Division of Investigation” or whatever phony nonsense you can come up with, then yeah, Clouseau’s the way to go.

Take your star, you magnificent bastard.

Since this sounds from the review like more of the same, only this time it’s wet, probably not?

“Most chic”

It is (I’ve just finished watching this not-very-good movie) — his French friend from the first one says something like “So you solved the Egypt case!” a few minutes in. (That is, after the extremely-necessary prologue where we learn the vital information about why he has a mustache.) He then gets sort of roped into…

Kanye’s repeated online harassment of Kim is despicable and extremely troubling.

The trailers for the new one aren’t exactly refuting the notion that this sequel is literally just more of all of that.

Having just finished watching The Batman an hour ago... yeah, no fucking way is Colin Farrell getting any award nomination for this other than Most Jowl Makeup.

The international markets, almost definitely.

Yeah, same here. I’m old, I’m done— the only name I even recognize is Gavin Rossdale. (Oh wait, and Pink.)

He was pretty good in those two or three episodes of Cheers.

In the first one, that’s probably just a typo for “stints” since the T and G are next to each other (vertically) on the keyboard.

...huh.

The movie itself might be great, but dear god the commercials make it look like the worst kind of treacly cliched tripe.

Having just seen Romancing The Stone for the first time a few months ago, a crush on Kathleen Turner is perfectly understandable, maybe even expected.

On the last point, I suspect it was because that was probably not the first time they’d had some version of that exchange.

Okay, that was pretty good. There’s life in AVClub writing yet.

Didn’t Tarantino stick an intermission into the middle of The Hateful Eight?

Is every Danny Husk sketch pure gold? Maybe not, but it’s gotta be at least 90%.

You monster, take your star.