The promotional photo of Refyn on the couch with a reclining, bloodied Fanning squicked me out.

Television media is about profit first, journalism second.

At the end of the movie (I watched all of it. Please don’t judge me) I turned to my GF and said: “Well, the black guy made it to the end. That’s something, right?”

SHUT. UP.

Someone greenlighted this song. Someone who probably makes more money that the two of us combined.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Comment of the motherfucking day.

This song takes itself very seriously.

Truly. It’s the “Woolly Bully” of my generation.

This song can’t hold a candle to the awfulness that is LL Cool J’s theme song for Deep Blue Sea. (“Deepest/Bluest/My hat is like a shark’s fin!”)

Luke and Josh are attractive to many people, and I’m not here to crap on that. But every single time I see Luke in the confessional, I see this...

Very possible. I need to check out UnReal.

Luke is Josh Romney’s stunt double. It’s all I see when he trains his hundred-yard, dead-eyed stare on the camera.

It must be exhausting for her to gaze up so meaningfully at all those idiots.

Daniel’s demise was hysterical.

To me, it means that her head contains the contents of a fish bowl instead of a brain.

I saw it on blu-ray. And then caught it again on cable. I was doing chores during the cable viewing, but still got a kick out of it.

I laughed so hard at everything in Spy.

Gavin McInnes panned the movie two years ago.

All this whining has a certain Ghostbusters quote stuck in my head: “Yes it’s true. This man has no dick.”