I thought the joke was better with the least intimidating well-known Bat-villian.

Alcohol, coke or meth?

He already did it.  It was called "Holy Terror".  It suuuuuuuuuucked.

Shorter Frank Miller: "You fools! If you raise taxes on the 1%, Bruce Wayne will have to sell the Batmobile, and we will be defenceless against the Penguin!"

I think you've mistaken me for someone who takes you seriously.  I'm not here to do your homework for you, I'm here to point and laugh at you.

Let me guess: the article was a little too long for you?  Too bad, here's another:

"Sorry about the funny looking format.  Didn't write it that way."

It's just a pity that the show came long too late to include a trip to AUTOWORLD.

Go home, Frank.

Point.  Although while everyone justifiably rags on the river of stupid that is youtube, you haven't seen true horror until you've looked at the comments section of pretty much any major daily newspaper.  And I do mean any: it's no surprise that the New York Post's comments are 100% mouth-breather, but it's not like…

I'm sure that the comments on this article are going to be a model of taste, restraint and informed civil discourse.

"Maybe that had something to do with the presence of Jennifer Aniston"

" The 3-D tends to separate into planes, with rounded characters in front and flat, complicated backdrops in back…"

The only problem with I, Claudius is that it loses a lot of momentum after Livia dies.

Small Gods.  Seriously.  Start there.  There is no need to debate this.  Start there, and while you can read more of them if you like afterward, you can also end there quite happily.

What better way to be able to comfort her when the marriage inevitably disintegrates?

It's in the public domain.  So nobody has to pay for the rights to it.  Expect it to get remade once every 12-36 months until the end of time.

"Okay, so when did Hollywood producers decide this was the default setting for all teenagers?"

I think it's best to think of Seeds as a shockingly awesome two-parter grafted onto an equally shockingly mediocre 4-parter.  The Antarctic opening of "Seeds" can, from moment to moment, hang with Carpenter's "The Thing" as an interpretation of "Who Goes There?"  The rest of it, well, it's kinda there.

Giving Paul WS Anderson money only encourages him.  There's no such thing as an ironic ticket sale.