Our decidedly scruffy American C.H.U.D is the Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller. No relation to it’s Tibetan namesake, of course, but it is a delightfully unhinged movie with an absurdly entertaining commentary track, which I endeavor to champion at every opportunity.

I haven’t read the review yet, because I haven’t seen this episode yet, and I haven’t even seen season 2 yet (waiting for it to show up on Hulu, or wherever it was that I watched season 1), but I’m not gonna lie, they had me at “Aubrey Plaza in that outfit”.

I do miss those pre-registration free for all’s.

Some of us old timers, and some new friends hang out at

They got eliminated in the playoffs.

It is my sincere and fervent hope that, if Aunt Lou isn’t the movie, it is mentioned that she and Richardson ran off together.  I’d love to think of those two having a happy life together.

I was in a bad car wreck in Feb of 1989, and was pretty much off my feet for a few months.  Before I went in the hospital, record stores were selling LP’s and casettes.  By that summer, when I visited a mall again, it was very noticeable how much CD’s had taken over, and records were on the way down.

Jan Michael Vincent was not just a B movie star. He had talent to match his looks. Besides The Mechanic with Charles Bronson, he was in the powerful and criminally underappreciated western Bite the Bullet, with Gene Hackman and James Coburn. It’s really a great movie.

What, no mention of The Prisoner, Number 6???

She was wonderful as the wife of the Sea Ogre in “Time Bandits”.

The mid 80's were a very strange time for many reasons. Before the internet, there were those 10 foot satellite dishes that could pick up not only HBO and CNN and ESPN, but also about 500 of the weirdest low rent, oddball tv channels ever known to humankind. I worked as a tech for a satellite TV dealer, and had to…

Back in the mid to late 70's when the outlaw country thing started getting popular, there were several really good regional bands that played a lot of that, along with older country stuff, and my friends and I killed a lot of brain cells drinking and listening to these bands. Very early in this phase, one of these…

If there’s any murderin’ done on the Banana Splits set, you can bet the Sour Grapes Bunch is involved. Who do you suppose supplied all that acid and speed and coke to those degenerates in Croftland, Witchiepoo?

The ending of “The Candidate” is to politics what the ending of “The Graduate” is to romance.

Well, to be fair, so few things in life are FRANKENHOOKER.

Gee, thanks again, network television, for scheduling B99 directly against Mom. This is that whole Addams Family/Munsters business all over again. Why don’t you just give two of my favorite children* claw hammers and make them go after each other? You want cord cutters? Because this is how you get cord cutters.

I remember once, about the time “Star Trek: The Motion Picture” came out, somebody interviewing some of the cast members mentioned that the “official” blueprints of the Enterprise showed no toilets, and someone, I think Shatner, (appropriately enough) said “We just go in the corner and use the phasers on it”.

Thanks again! You will be happy to learn that you made several denizens of the Tolerability Index Forum quite happy and/or queasy with their rediscovery of this classic piece of AVC history. You, and anybody else, are welcome do drop in and say “Hi”.  You will find a few old timers yelling at clouds there.

I hope you don’t mind if I copy and post this crucial information (giving you full credit) over at another site for of refugees of the Kinjapocoplyse. The world needs to know this still exists!

Thank you! I have been trying to track down this comment thread for several days now. I was horrified and disgusted to discover that it is not in the Kinja archive, and I could never get the Disqus archive format just right. You, sir, are indeed doing Santa’s work!