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“Above satisfactory” is about how I’d describe this movie. It’s funny, but not groundbreaking. Enjoyable, but repeats some stuff from the original.

None taken - always happy to show my work!

The door thing annoys me because it’s people trying to be “clever” about what’s really just a prop design. The door isn’t real! Two people couldn’t have fit on it because the script says that they can’t!

I think one of the best things about this film is that you can never quite make out if Dwight’s serious about exacting revenge or if he’s just trying to get his family’s enemies to kill him. The decision to start his path of vengeance doesn’t have the best inciting moment, and his situation at the beginning of the

I don’t think it’s much a leap from “you sprayed one of my co-worker’s brains on my face to find a spy, my friend confessed to being that spy, you dragged her off, haven’t seen her in months” to “you murdered my friend.” Because Ji-Ah could probably rightfully assume that Young-ja was dead, and Tic had something to do

THIS is the path Chuck E. Cheese should be taking!

Especially since you know those guys were lousy tippers.

Unless you're a waiter, because then this is hell.

Jackie Daytona: Regular Human Bartender

Yeah, the books are fucking batshit. Most egregiously because, instead of making Gump just sort of a hapless but amenable fellow, Gump:
1) looks like young Brad Pitt
2) is an idiot-savant in physics
3) can be mean and not a little bit sociopathic
4) and he ends up crash landing a fucking space shuttle onto a

Pathogen that need hosts to spread cannot live in outer space. That is why it is called outer space.”

And if it doesn’t I shall tell every member of the Television Academy, “From the Panera Bread you came, and to the Panera Bread you shall return.”

If her episode wins, I will toast her victory with a human alcohol beer.

No, those pants (they’re called cigarette pants, although i have no idea why) were very common in the mid-to-late 50s.  I have a photo of my grandmother in France (my grandfather was stationed there after the war) looking fly as hell in a pair.

Oh, I kind of see it in his Hulk. I mean, it didn’t work, but I see it.

I was born breech. I like to replicate the birth experience by sticking my ass out of car windows.

I was born a cesarean.  Should I replicate the birth experience by sitting in a dumpster and having someone pick the lid up at midday?

If this was “propaganda” they would have just done it, they wouldn’t talk about the efforts they made to tone him down, and they certainly wouldn’t have that conversation by directly talking about Trump’s racoon eyes, orange skin, and cartoonish hair. I have a hard time seeing how anyone can read a director describing

I think a thing that cannot be given enough credit for Batman as a phenomenon in 1989 was the brilliant, omnipresent ad campaign for it. An instantly iconic zoomed-in view of the bat-logo chestpiece (with a bunch of specular highlights, because it was 1989 and Kai Power Tools was a thing), with nothing below it but