I put The Fragile up for that, followed by TDS. But I also never listened to them for the angst either, nor do I listen to The Cure because I'm depressed. Crazy shit, man, listening to music for the actual music.

Yeah, I buy the alien invasion bit better than I buy the movie's ending. If only because it seems strange to me that Russia and America jump to ally with each other because America's super weapon went rogue. These two countries were one shaky finger away from blowing one another to shit (being the Cold War and all),…

Clone Wars is such a middle child of a movie I can't be more than just mildly irritated at it. It got rid of lil' Annie, but gave us painful, awkward romance, and snarky Obi-Wan. Also, ass-kicking Yoda, and Anakin losing his hand because he was a whiny bitch.

It's the little things in life that count.

Swap your reactions to Phantom Menace and Revenge, and you've got mine pretty well down.

That….sadly doesn't surprise me. In a related TMI story, a former roommate/friend with benefits told me he was surprised I was always "so clean" because apparently all of his previous girlfriends were…a little less than fresh when he'd go down on them.

So would Stoltz be Marty from the original timeline, then? That's heavy.

I never could get into the Sisters much when I started buying up Cleo records CDs like mad in the 90's: all the compilation albums meant I came across the band at least a few times, but just didn't much care about them. And then, they used "This Corrosion" at the end of the movie, and damn if I didn't have to find a…

….that *is* depressing.

I never knew there *was* a Hughes camp, since those movies existed only peripherally to me as a kid. Possibly because I *was* a kid, and Hughes seemed to have a very narrow focus of movie subjects, whereas Ramis was just comedy gold in all sorts of areas.

But he wasn't really a bad guy in Grosse Point Blank; that was arguably Dan Akroyd. He was just a bit of a sociopath who killed people for money, didn't take it personally, and realized how shitty it was once he met back up with his high school sweetheart.

Well, Jaguar seems to have realized we in the US apparently believe the British are also generally evil. And cool. Evil, cool, and driving Jaguars.

Perfect Strangers I watched every damn Friday — I watched TGIF pretty religiously, since we were pretty strapped for channels — but the same: I don't remember a damn thing about them. Dinosaurs I remember at least small details of, but a lot of those shows I've just apparently deleted from my memory. I imagine it's…

I was surprisingly not protected from the worst in movies when I was a kid. Which was pretty damn hilarious when I started watching anime, and the violence and partial nudity upset my mom. Who had no problem watching something like Terminator or Total Recall with me, and didn't bother to fast forward past the triple…

Not that I recall. He really was just an absurdly racist stereotype played for laughs.

This is one of those shows from my childhood that I know I watched, but damned if I can remember anything past "he's a child genius doctor with a smart-ass friend" and that it was Neil Patrick Harris. However, oddly, I can still remember the theme song (with that medical machine attempt at a lead-in), bits of the…

M&Ms needs more dark chocolate flavours. Dark chocolate peanut butter, in point of fact.

Oh no doubt, that was an actually good idea to use the guts. But they're clearly not going around 24/7 covered in guts, and still, how does no one smell these rotting bastards coming? Especially when they're in huge groups?

I remember when they actually published a magazine. It had a pull-out poster of the scene they flash past so quickly in the opening credits, with all of the characters and their names. Good times.

I still can't figure out how no one *smells* the walkers. Unless they're constantly walking downwind of them, rotting flesh is pretty pungent. Yes, these people haven't been decently clean in a long time, but dirty sweaty people smell shouldn't mask rotting stinky zombie smell.