Well, it doesn't hurt because he's a ghost. But when she tells her mother about the strange man, the carny's widow (who is thoroughly Stockholmed) drops the notorious line about "sometimes someone can hit you very hard, and it feels like nothing at all." That's the disturbing part.

You've got a good point: I have all the albums digitally but never looked at the actual distribution of songs. I had assumed the early albums had been mostly pablum before MJ hit his stride one or two in, but even "Diana Ross Presents!" has "I Want You Back," even if it is on the same album as covers of Song of the…

Perhaps he would have had the same response to killing a baby Roberto Benigni, or Oskar Schindler, or any non-American baby.

Now what about this? In addition to creating a time machine, we create a supercomputer: the Eye of God. With its massive computing power tied to the power of a time machine, the Eye of God is capable of calculating all the infinite possibilities of the varying timeline, so that time agents can go back in time and…

One of Mel Brooks's early works, lost now, was a play called "Hitler Goes to Heaven," in which Hitler gets to come back to life for a day to right some of his wrongs, in an attempt to save his soul. It was a spoof of "Lillom," or "Carousel," the once-popular play and musical about a no-good wife-beating carny who gets…

I wonder if people of the mid-eighties felt the same way about Michael Jackson's ascendance from being the child frontman of the early, corniest days of the Jackson 5 to being the biggest star on earth: the kid had chops, but nobody ever expected he'd make it THIS far.

"Lonny, babe, it's just not the same as it used to be when we would go chasing Moose and Squirrel."

Rogen and Franco Smoke Up with the Mummy.

Buttons and Mindy, starring Ewan McGregor as Buttons.

I've been playing with an experiment for a while, which I hope to eventually discuss with Disney Theatricals; if you take the six initial Star Wars films as the "saga of Anakin Skywalker," condense the screenplays down by cutting redundancy and rolling very minor characters together, do you create something with…

The original shooting script for "Attack of the Clones" contained a larger Jar-Jar arc than the screen did; now a recognized war hero (by accident), Jar-Jar has learned to speak English properly and is a puppet politician, whose low intellect and desire to please and be taken seriously makes him an easy mark.

She needs a ring of keys, a riing of keeeeys.

As someone who has a Masters-level certification in "women, gender and queer studies," it's always fascinated me how "two lesbians discuss the nuances of pop-cultural categories and philosophy" has become a recognizable comics trope. It just seems to resonate in a way that makes way more sense than the somewhat silly…

They should call movies that defy genre "problem films" like Shakespeare's genre-bending "problem plays." Your description of "He Never Died" sounds a lot like Brian De Palma's "Phantom of the Paradise," a hybrid Hitchcockian/superhero/horror/musical that has to be seen to be believed.

It was very Latino in a way that didn't feel forced like a lot of other shows that try to be "the Hispanic kid's show." His sidekick was Mexicali; I remember one episode when aliens/the government/mutants or something were doing a body-snatcher bit, and Max got suspicious because his sidekick called him "brother,"…

Eric Jonrosh should have been either Lemony Snicket or Count Olaf for the Netflix series. Ferrell's creation of that solemn, pompous but ultimately petty and buffoonish pseudo-Welles was so specific, easily his most lived-in creation since Buddy the Elf.

If you told me Harley Quinn was in a band, I'd picture it sounding either like late-period electro-comic-book-rock My Chemical Romance/Puffy AmiYumi, or like the glossy, smart-alecky post-punk gloom shimmer of Grand Theft Orchestra.

You can tell when he finishes because he stops talking and just plays blues guitar over the rest of the episode.

They say ninety percent of women are a little bit bi; although in this case "they" is my friend who insists she's completely straight, but exclusively likes to kiss other girls when she's drunk. Whatever- she'll figure out her path, if she has one.

No, that's Wizarding Stephen Sondheim.