Gosh. These all look … terrible.

The cherry on the rocket launcher scene was Alfred giving Penguin and Butch a bemused little "thanks, mate" half-wave as they strutted off afterward.

Though it doesn't really strike me as a particularly practical alternate location — ground floor, lots of windows, too conveniently located to their now-supervillain-controlled old location — seems like it'd be a lot trouble to defend (not to mention that half of the city's office workers seem to get their coffee…

Though, I have to admit that the faux-Batman villain gave me my biggest laugh of the episode: when he was skittering up the wall, they cut back to Young Master Bruce for a moment and you could all but see the lightbulb go off over his head and him think to himself, "That's what I want to be when I grow up!"

Every so often it seems like Hollywood collectively decides someone is going to be the Next Big Thing and just keeps sticking them into one show after another, convinced it's only a matter of time before they finally click with an audience (as I recall, the guy who plays the Jack Lord role on the Hawaii Five-O remake…

Wait, Ben is Glory? Did we know this?

"'E was coughin' up blood this mornin'!"

"If you have a choice, take the alternate universe that's nothing but shrimp."

Eh. The entire "season" or whatever it was, was pretty underwhelming as a whole, but we got that delightfully batshit Darin Morgan episode and Mulder tripping balls in the penultimate ep, so I'm gonna call it a qualified win.

Ah, yes, American Ultra, that film about an underachieving stoner who's actually a badass killing machine with a hot girlfriend, written by a guy who calls Rey from The Force Awakens a "Mary Sue." I can't claim to be an expert on Mr Landis' work, but on the basis of that, I'm gonna guess that irony isn't exactly one…

I kinda liked it, too, although I felt vaguely guilty for doing so, given that it might just as well have been called First World Problems: the Series.

I've described Anderson's films in the past as "live action Cornell boxes," so this seems entirely fitting.

While I can't actually in good conscience recommend that anyone watch it, I have to admit that Lisztomania is, while not good per se — in fact, it may be the most æsthetically indefensible film ever made — it is nevertheless a one-of-a-kind experience. In fact, it's kind of perfect, in that if Russell had shown even…

Probably.

The only thing I really remember about it was that there was one episode where the heroes deduce that the gang of helmeted, leather-clad, motorcycle-riding crooks they've been trying to catch are actually women because at one point one of them catches a glimpse of a purple lace thong riding up over the waistband of…

One thing not mentioned was that this was based on an unfinished novel by Thorne Smith. With the possible exception of Topper, which these is probably remembered, if at all, thanks to its movie and tv adaptations, he's largely forgotten these days, but in his time he was a popular writer of somewhat racy (for their…

Well, that saves me the trouble of being That Guy, I guess …

Criterion just put out a Blu-ray last year. I have it and it looks pretty good.

While I certainly can't fault the choice of It Happened One Night for the "I" slot — as you say, it's absolutely foundational to the genre — it would have still been nice to see some Runner-Up love thrown to one of my all-time favorites: Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger's I Know Where I'm Going! (1945), with a…

While on the whole I thought Abbie's sojourn in Wherever didn't amount to much in the end (Agents of SHIELD already did that bit and did it better — and there's something I never thought I'd ever end up saying — earlier this season), I did notice that at least it served the purpose of getting Beharie into a more…