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Except he co-wrote Ride Along. So fuck him.

It lacked the conviction to go full Weird Tales pulp fiction bonkers in it's third act and a lot of it was shot television movie style. Needed a more crazed director, like that Mandy guy, and perhaps Billy Ray's original script.

Michael Kahn, Speilberg's editor for all of these. Let us not forget him. 

Nope. Just saw it. Laughed a great deal. Especially enjoyed John C. Had fun. Not a critic's movie. Unless the critic is 12.

Hi! Prince Namor here! Did somebody say my name? Uh, hello?

Nobody is wearing headphones or looking at a script and everyone's dressed up nice and clean. Ehhhh. Not real.

I'm still waiting on a damn ROM movie. C'mon, Marvel!

The fight scenes in that went on so long, I swear I started to recognize dudes who had been killed in the previous fight scene popping up in different wigs. 

Even after he jellied up the sidewalk apon merging with the infinite.

The binary language of moisture evaporators is for pussies.

TO THE FACE!

OMIGAWD... where is Fevere Dream? How is that not a movie yet?

The secret of the Problem machine. Was that a reference to The Legend Of Hell House? 

She’s also in Sixteen Candles, toward the end, in the church... which really throws you for a loop if you’re not expecting the southern accented medium from Poltergeist to pop up unannounced in your frothy John Hughes teen comedy...

Zombie Dan was eating potpurri at the end of the show. I’m out.

Gene, on being faced with a box of old teeth: “Where’s the rest of Michael Caine, YOU MONSTER!?!”

The House Bunny. That’s when I knew. She elevated...The House Bunny.

This looks so...corny baaaaaad. Drunk History doing it in a half an hour with the same cast would be more entertaining. And haven’t a lot of these people actually been on Drunk History?

The songs on the Beck record do indeed seem to evaporate into nothing as soon as the next one starts. Spun sugar should be more memorable.

The show did jokes about Bob and Delores Hope. For friggin’ who?