I’m upset that they discarded the Expanded Paddington Universe. Canon used to mean something.

No “Emmit Otter’s Jug Band Christmas”? How else will we prepare the young ‘uns to enjoy hard rock without the intercession of the Riverbottom Nightmare Band?

Sorry. She’s a good actor and decent writer, but an all around horrible person. She flew to Rome just so that she could drop a deuce in the Trevi Fountain. She goes to Waffle House and takes up a booth for 3 hours, ordering nothing but a single cup of coffee. She goes into public restroom stalls, locks the door, and…

Also, it is repetitive as fuck. It’s like Ravel’s <em>Bolero</em>, except there isn’t a movie where Bo Derek announces that she likes to fuck to <em>The Little Drummer Boy</em>.

I have nothing to say about your comment. But I think that someone should do a movie where the movie “Switch” (2010) gets switched with the movie “Switch” (1991). Like maybe lightning hits an old Blockbuster Video and causes slacker clerks Ellen Barkin and Jennifer Anniston to swap bodies. Then Jason Bateman and Jimmy…

Hedonism Bot is odd, but what about the Don Bot? From his name, we can assume that being a Don is his official purpose, not just a personality quirk. Which means that someone set out to build a whole robot mafia on purpose.

If McFarlane has been right all this time about Weinstein and Spacey, maybe it’s time for me to reconsider my opinion that James Woods is gross and creepy.

Back in the day of Quake II, after I had beaten it a few times, I did several runt-throughs of it using the starting blaster as my only weapon. There are enough places to snipe every monster from (or bad monster pathing, same difference) to make it possible, even on the hardest difficulty level.

The only thing that really jumped out at me as unnecessary was the inexplicable “rave scene.”

Which road? The Toddler Highway?

Maybe they should have thought more about the decision to release it on 9/11/01. I understand there were bigger events scheduled for that day that sort of overshadowed it.

Depends on which one you’ve listened to.

To this day, when I’m out shopping and I hear the beep, I think of the fun I could have on Supermarket Sweep.

I’m sorry, but “My Neighbor Totoro” is damned even without the spirits. Mother and Father live apart under suspicious circumstances (just what the hell is wrong with Mother anyway? She certainly *seems* fine). And Father is kind of a dandy. And the movie fundamentally violates the Bible’s instruction that children…

More like Snorercore, am I right?!

Don’t forget showing us Shia LaBoeuf’s penis in “Nymphomaniac.”

Meh. I’ll just have my Electric Monk watch it for me.

It’s a skin condition. An oddly-symmetrical and geometric skin condition, probably the result of some extremely nerdy bacteria, but a skin condition nonetheless.

I get your fundamental point, but I see this column as a companion piece to the old “Gateways to Geekery.” “There is a huge pop culture world I don’t understand, and I’ll make an honest* effort to explore parts of it” is a worthwhile endeavor. It requires the columnist to be genuinely willing to keep an open mind and…

I’ll star anything that contains “damn you, Kinja.”