Wait — wasn’t that rated R, because of the violence? How’d you get in? (Lying, I’m guessing.) And was that the first R-rated movie you sneaked into? I ask, because the first R-rated movie I sneaked into was Silkwood, of all fucking things, because I’d read it was excellent.

Best Viggo movie ever.

Speaking of Desmond Harrington: Ghost Ship.

As did I, but for Desmond Harrington (plus the shower scene with Laurence Fox).

That movie is wickedly awful, but daaaaaamn, he looked good.

The Forsaken, for Kerr Smith. (Plus a bonus Johnathan Schaech.) And before you hiss and boo at me, know that I KNOW that a ton of Roswell fangirls watched that crap just for Brendan Fehr.

Christ, I went to college with the non-Hathaway woman in that GIF.

I think the dinner takes place in the Egyptian hall that looks out on part of the park:

Excellent -- thanks.

Not stocking separate tomato juice these days makes total sense, given the ubiquity of Bloody Mary mix in bars’ wells now. I totally agree, though: Red Beer is actually really good, though I haven’t tried ordering one on the East Coast since I’ve moved back here. Every bartender on this side of the country would…

Or the entire morning-to-afternoon lineup. I think a lot of their audience watches during the day, then switches to stuff like local news, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy, Blue Bloods, NCIS, CSI, Dick Wolf’s new Chicago-based shows, and the British murder mysteries on PBS during prime time. (Law & Order: SVU is too…

Don’t you mean “fistula”? As in, “a fistula of assholes”?

“Prolapse” is my second choice, after “clench.”

I was going to suggest “clench” as well, as it describes the way homophobic straight men most commonly react to the knowledge that gay men exist amongst them.

I’d love to spread this meme around, but is there a more horrific image from the series available for it?

Has Red Beer always been made with Bloody Mary mix, or is that recent? (“Recent” meaning in the last 27 years, because 1990 was the last time I waited on a table of Nebraska fans before a football game.) Back in the day, it was just plain tomato juice. (And it was surprisingly delicious.)

The handmaids (as I recall) were all convicted of “crimes,” like adultery (e.g., they married divorced men, which Gilead defined as adultery after the fact, once Gilead had retroactively annuled all divorces -- this is what rendered Offred “criminal,” as her husband had been previously divorced), “gender traitorism”…

A musical starring people who can neither sing nor dance. I made it to the scene after the ‘80s-themed pool party, wherein Emma Stone came across as a person who could barely walk, much less move gracefully in time to the music, and I just gave up. (And Gosling’s dance moves were horrendously awkward as well, though…

The room was full of New York’s elite, who have hated him for more than 40 years. Many of them might have (read: probably) voted for him in the end, simply because of the tax cuts a Republican president and Congress would have guaranteed them, but trust: The ‘upper crust’ present at that dinner hate him.

I remember the burning crosses being the main objection, too. Not that the whole sexing-a-black-saint-in-a-church didn’t knock a bunch of noses out of joint as well, but the burning crosses were the main thing. Oddly enough, the United States was far less tolerant of the KKK thirty years ago than it is now. Go figure.