Yeah, no shit that was Leon. The subject at hand was how a future season would end.

I imagine it'd end with the blood still pumping a little out your leg.

When she kisses the glass…

I… KNOW THAT NOW, OKAY?

Ahh, 1997, the year that should've smothered George Clooney's movie career in its crib.

At times, Isabelle McNally looks so much like Vera Farmiga it's spooky.

I would have no regrets.

I'd been in the habit of watching all the movies mentioned in the column and comment section after the column comes out, but I decided it was no fun not getting references to all the lesser-known stuff I'd never seen, so I've started searching IMDb for anything tagged “action” for the upcoming year and working my way…

"Hey, that guy in the picture has Cop Face."

It completely ruined the ending of an otherwise-cromulent movie. After building up Everett McGill as a supreme badass for 90 minutes, the climactic fight is just two minutes of him flailing helplessly and becoming progressively bloodier until Seagal puts him out of his misery.

Favorite action movie of 1995 is the visual put in my head by Roger Ebert's review of Assassins. He spends the last half of it spoiling the hell out of the preposterous final scene, and I'm not sure I've ever laughed harder at anything in my life. And then I had to go and rent the damn thing and ruin the illusion,…

"Gets sharper" being shorthand for "Becomes entertainingly terrible for once rather than just terrible," I assume.

Luc Robitaille may have never scaled the heights he did in '93, but he still had four 30-goal seasons in his future!

Higher alcohol content.

In other words, self-referential Castle jokes are the new self-referential Firefly jokes.

*hits your ass with a ski*

BehrOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZ

Obligatory:

This is made most obvious by his dribbling. It's clear he's never watched basketball, let alone played it.

"See?"