And their acting talent is almost perfectly synchronous with their respective levels of fame. Lebron is slightly less huge than mid-90's Jordan, and a slightly better actor.

It’s weird because Rogue One contains a lot of small things that I’ve always wanted to see in a Star Wars movie, as well as some big things I never knew I wanted to see. The pieces are there, the setup is aces, and even the tone is pitched at a lower, grittier level - it’s not afraid to try something different.

And it’s my hope that, if young women are intrigued enough by Willow’s album to enter the scene a bit, that they won’t be gatekept (a word?) from discovering Meet Me @ the Altar, who are absolutely picking up the Paramore mantle and running with it.

Also fun random fact, James Cameron has never directed a movie whose title didn’t start with either an A or a T. Uh, except for the Piranha movie, strike that from the record.

All I remember from Kilborn-era TDS is when Bill Murray showed up (whom Kilborn clearly idolized) and smashed the 5 Questions segment. Kilborn asked if he could just come back tomorrow and he agreed on the spot with a shrug.

Witnessing the slow march of time choke out traditional media / capitalist spaces is a trip. On one hand, it’s really fun to watch some of these rich assholes flail about, trying to hold onto the past. On the other, I can’t help but think about the jobs that are going away, and the abusive sweatshop jobs that will…

It’s one of those sketches where the fact that it keeps...going...totally works in its favor. You just keep wondering when they STOPPED shooting different coffin setups, and it feels like it never ends and you’re going insane.

Will Smith is sort of considered to be the final standard-bearer of the tie-in theme song, and he even did an end-credits rap for the Aladdin remake. But the last time a movie had a theme song that genuinely popped, even for a little bit? My guess would be “Jai Ho” from Slumdog Millionaire.

I can imagine a world where people find Markle really obvious and thirsty and annoying. But seeing as how her adversaries are the British press, members of the monarchy, and racists, I’m still on her side for the next 500 shows she greenlights off the back of her marriage.

The goal is to create a temple that would scare the shit out of grown adults so that they, too, have a complete brain meltdown and can’t complete a very easy monkey puzzle. Give the Temple Guards some guns and we’re set.

Corgis are notorious for being little divas who will tear your shit up and bark all day if you don’t give them some regimented work to stimulate their brains. They’re also not known for being huggers. Unfortunately I love them.

Yeah, Pixar trailers are always short and awkwardly premise-first, presumably because they don’t really have a lot of rendered footage yet. Sometimes it’s even a description of a fucking lunch the braintrust had.

“Let’s start with the typos.”

So was chucking the Seinfeld cast in jail for being smug assholes, but we don’t talk about that finale either.

Hey, there’s always Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil, Dude Bro Party Massacre III, The Cabin in the Woods, and (if it counts as parody vs. just being a comedy) What We Do in the Shadows.

I’d have to agree, mostly. Some find Anakin’s turn to darkness, predicated upon a vision of Padme dying, effective. It didn’t quite get there for me. And I understand the intent to show how a genocidal regime can spring from the sheer suffocating dryness of trade taxation...but it still makes for really dry scenes.…

I’ve spent the last year and change getting to know my wife’s younger brother and sister, both of whom are Gen Z. Near as I can tell, the major difference is that they have grown up with the despairing, hollow envy machine that is social media, and we did not. You can see the effects spiral out in a few ways: They’re…

They’re about a million light years from the vibe this list is meant to project, but man for what they do, The Dirty Nil’s new album does it incredibly well. Was a little let down by the new DFA and Royal Blood stuff, couple really good tracks on each though.

Mitchells Vs. the Machines didn’t strike that balance between comedy and pathos for me. It lurched between the two like a first-time driver trying to park a manual-transmission Volvo in San Francisco.

I feel like all you need to do is make people watch this movie, and when it’s done, tell them “Jamie Spears is Rosamund Pike’s character, but even richer and [spoiler removed]”