And sometimes you gotta spook the baby out with a loud noise.

You gotta ‘brieve all the ‘tent you’re putting out in this fast-pace world.

Piers “Of All People” Morgan

I’d rather watch a movie about movie studios competing over dueling Roy Rogers biopics.

“It truly begs the question: What the fuck does a white man have to do to fail?”

Hollywoo? More like Hollyboo(b)!

There’s a scene in this where Ice-T is communicating with Rutger Hauer and Charles S. Dutton over a walkie-talkie. After they finish taunting one another, there’s a part where (at least this is how the memory of the scene is burned into my mind) Charles S. Dutton pops what looks like a breath mint into Rutger Hauer…

It’s a forgivable offense. After all, no one’s perfect. We’re all just humans, and certainly I’ve been crawling in the dark, looking for the answer.

The sweat rendering on his brow and upper lip are amazing.

Either that, or you were on your way to a Springsteen album cover shoot.

Back in the day, you didn’t have to build an entire website to advertise your ability to help dudes explore a “powerful masculine flow.” All you had to do was wear a yellow bandana and loiter around a general area for an hour or two.

The bedroom wanking scene is over-saturated as of late.

I’ve met plenty of poets, having worked and studied in a creative capacity. Precious few are just poets, though. It’s like saying, “I’m a barista/night school teacher/tutor/Uber Driver/aspiring actor... but what I really wanna do is direct!”

They’ll need to specify that you can’t choose a second to take your place, though, or Jovovich is going to murder Thomas Anderson.

She did such a great job on Big Mouth. Here’s to her continued success!

Yeesh, did he steal all that tree’s food or something?

“Garsh, maybe all those democrat state party headquarters do align into a pentagram when you run a string on a map like that, huh-hyuk!”

Can’t wait to see Javier Bardem emerge from a door, filling the frame, conga strapped across his chest, as he intones a menacing, “Lucy... I’m home.”

I’m a cishet guy with no experience or knowledge in the subject of makeup, but perhaps that dramatic lining around her eyes means that it wasn’t pure Olivia Wilde who did it, but her darker and more sensuous Black Swan version? I hereby dub her, “The Wilde Black Swan.”