Gang: NOOOOO!

That final frame… :-D

That fucking thing. Yeah, I hate it too, but it's useful in a "well at least I know who I can safely ignore on the internet" kinda way.

I'm having trouble NOT playing video here. Fuck autoplay, and that unbelievably annoying lower-right corner video that you can't get rid of, like a booger on your finger that will. Not. FLICK. OFF!!!

I'm actually in that very part of the novel JUST NOW. Freaky.

It's a rickroll, right? Not falling for it.

I've always said that Vince Guaraldi or Dave Brubeck makes everything OK.

Is this… good? Mensa membership doesn't have quite the cachet that one might think (kinda the opposite, in fact). And rich? Well, I'm not sure what to make of that. Lots of people are rich while possessing no otherwise noteworthy characteristics.

I'm with him. She's a pop star, right? A singer?

Exactly! The only thing I can figure is that it was a result of reshoots that didn't quite work out.

A minor flaw, and not one that impacted my enjoyment of the movie, but did anyone notice that weird beat where Diana realizes that she's left her sword on the roof of the guard tower, and then the film takes time out for her to go get it before she attacks Ares? It was pretty jarring, and the friend I was with noticed…

The Devil in the Dark FTW. I bawled my eyes out at the Horta's plight.

Confound those snowflakes, Tom, Dick and Larry! Ooooh, how I hate them!

As a fellow devotee of the Aubreyiad, I share your pain (though not your dislike of these particular movies - I quite enjoyed the first three).

Crichton lost me decades ago with "Travels," where he recounts his experiences with spoon bending and astral projection. "State of Fear" was the icing on the anti-science cake. The guy was certifiable.

As is his memoir "Travels." Spoon bending and astral projection? Ugh. Once a fan, I realized after reading this that the guy was a loon.

I sat in the back of the theater during recent runs of Jaws and Alien, watching the audience of mostly kids in their early twenties, many of whom had clearly never seen either film before. I loved that 35- and
40-year-old movies can still make jaded millennials scream.

Dreadhalls in VR might give it a run for its money… I seriously can't get more than 5 minutes in before I have to quit.

GodDAMN I hate the sumbitches who do that. It's even happening at AFI these days, the one venue where I thought I could safely go to movies in the DC area. A while back I had to snarl at a jackass who was guffawing at the scene in E.T. where the doctors are trying to save our little buddy, one of the the most…

I hope you're right — I really want to like it. All the marketing materials have turned me off, though.