VR Headsets: all of the "wow, that was cool…once" novelty factor of motion-control gaming, combined with a heaping side order of nausea.

HARD. FUCKING. BOILED.

Okay, yeah, that's fair. The back half of the season was just so bad that it kinda overrode that for me.

Skip DD S2 entirely. Watch the first half of Luke Cage S1. Read recaps to cover the rest if you're curious. And if you see a ninja show up in The Defenders, you can probably just tune out.

Came here for this. I am more excited about S2 of the Expanse than anything else on this list including game of thrones and maybe even Orphan Black.

But it was so cute and endearing and not at all threatening looking! Unlike the dead humanoid alien that the same character had freaked out about not five minutes before. You can totally see why he wanted to pet the cute little space snake-vagina.

Also a Space Thor movie means higher odds of Beta Ray Bill.

Wait, are people actually, unironically looking forward to "Split"? Because I saw the trailer for that ahead of "Arrival" and it was so bad that I'm pretty sure it actually gave me Ebola Zaire. Or at least the symptoms were the same: bleeding from the eyes, blood-and-stool-tinged vomit, and a wish for a swift and…

So… they licensed Lyle from Achewood? I hope Chris Onstad is getting well paid for this.

In fairness, if you read any of the histories of the production of the original trilogy, "complete shit-show due to unrealistic deadlines" was pretty much the default state for all of them. It's a bit of a miracle that ANH and ESB and even RotJ turned out as well as they did.

I'm assuming absent any evidence to the contrary that Wayne Pygram was unavailable/uninterested and they decided not to go through the hassle of putting some other poor fucker under 11lbs of latex appliances to try to get him to look reminiscent of Peter Cushing.

Of the many, many things to like about this episode, I'd like to call out one that seems to have gotten missed.

Similarly, I decided to watch it a few weeks after Bowie died — it's on iTunes and it's one of those classic 1970s art-house pictures I'd never gotten around to seeing. And, uh well. That was a thing. I shudder to imagine how many Peruvian mountainsides were denuded of coca leaf to make that movie happen.

Sadly I can see no flaw in this reasoning.

Is there video of this? I could watch that shit all day.

The presence of Mayweather in SB's corner suggests that the best outcome for humanity would be for a comet to strike Las Vegas just before the opening bell.

"Welcome to Emerald City, the dark reimagining of L. Frank Baum’s Oz stories that"

I feel like Michael Caine has to be a strong contender here.

*checks the census data*

Thank you, avclub, for providing the public service of starting off the year with an article about Lindy West, thus ensuring that my disqus block list will be brought up to date in a timely fashion.