Obergruppenführer? I hardly know ’er!

As noted, the challenge is defining what constitutes the picture. Indeed in the early decades of the Academy, before the age of the auteur when the studio system and its monopoly of the theaters was in full swing, the Best Picture award indeed was the de facto producing award, and its recipient often the head of the…

I’m officially giving this The Kinja Caffeine Spider Who-Gives-A-Shit Award For Lifetime Achievement In The Internet.

For some reason, this incredibly elegant and logical system was replaced on Decimal Day in 1971 (also observed in tIreland)

Which really just looks like Sam Elliott without a mustache. 

I can’t wait for Peter Jackson to get involved, turn it into a trilogy, and add an arc where Tolkien is relentlessly pursued by an entirely CGI Oxford Dean of Admissions.

There’s a serious risk of injury, as watching one of his videos may cause you to slam your head onto your desk repeatedly while screaming “Why, God, why?”

Those are the ripped lats, triceps, and pecs you can only get by spending your life beating the shit out of the hungry, the sick, and the elderly. Oh, and kicking poor children. That’s ‘leg day.’

Counter counter point: its a really meh film with an unusually large number of awesome lines and little moments.

I think dirtside was flippantly sending up the idea that Kaep should be the gatekeeper of celebrity interaction with the NFL, by analogizing it to gatekeeping his lunch plans. Could be a far less malignant joke than your reply warrants.

“Wait, my shoes just released all my private information online? Why did my shoes know my social media passwords?”

Look, if you’re too much of a snowflake to realise that the Reptozoids from deep within the planet’s core are infecting our yoghurt with Islam, I don’t know what to tell you.

We’re just sitting around the card table, one hand under the table, just waiting for everyone else to show their hand before we start to go guns a-blazin’.

Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What, do we become assholes or something?

Me neither. Luckily, my dog passed the bar and he assures me that this whole thing is on the up and up.

They’ve confirmed this literally COUNTLESS times.

You’re asking whether this guy, whose whole deal is creating amazing illusions, is doing so here

As someone who once had Harry Potter roleplay sex, complete with our officially licensed robes, scarves, and wands, and setting up our own character names, which house we belonged to, our tragic backstories that led us to boning in my apartment that we pretended was the Room of Requirement, I will not judge Jake's…

>Polar is based on a webcomic that predates John Wick, so it’s definitely not a rip-off