The Babadook did that pretty well for me.

The critics seem to be sharply divided between the "Idungeddit" crowd and the "PURE ART!" crowd. But if you see a movie trailer and your response is "Damn, this movie was made for weirdos like me", like mine was for this movie, best to follow up on that hunch and give it a shot.

Honestly I'd rather see The Big Sick or Ghost Story, which comes out on the same day as Homecoming.

I hope she's ok. Missing for a week is serious.

It's not like they bothered to age them up at all over the course of fifteen years. If they weren't always going outside you'd think it was a drama about posh Edwardian vampires.

I cried when Obama won and I cried when Trump won, for very different reasons.

"Plenty to like, surprisingly little to love."

I have relatives with an ancient Pomeranian and an ancient chihuahua. I went to visit expecting that the pom and I would be friends and the chihuahua would be the worst, but that pom freaking HATED me and the chihuahua was the sweetest little thing. The thing about poms is that they find one person to love, and…

Well, I found it to be technically flawless and had a few genuinely great moments, but for the most part it wasn't really…fun. It's an Edgar Wright movie so obviously I'll need to watch it five more times before I catch all the little details, but I can easily wait for it to come out on video for that. I'm not at all…

I know :(

Didn't Lane do a little "burlesque" move to explain what went down to Joan in the episode as well?

I would be the Harry Crane at Don's disastrous "Zou Bissou Bissou" birthday party. Ooh la la!

Is it not everyone's favorite Beck album?

I woke up with "Bedtime Story" in my head, so it'll be Bedtime Stories all day today.

MELAAH

I loved him trying to give Ellie a hug last season.

"Just inject the salt directly into the artery, I'm done" — my endocrine system

Their chicken is actually my least favorite thing on their menu. I could just order a big side of red beans and rice and be perfectly happy.

It hasn't had this effect on me for a while, maybe they took something out of their recipe, but for ages after eating KFC I would get a splitting headache. I called it the KFC hangover.

And the worst part was that it wasn't even a position of any particular substance or stability - it was like a 20-hour per week job in Children's, rotating from library to library on-call, and they made me jump through so many hoops that even if they had called me back after that I was done with fighting for the…