Sure, you go ahead and make me miss Super Best Friends Forever all over again.
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Frank Miller's "Batman Shrugged."
Vast technologically-advanced alien mindfuck conspiracy hinges on a single cheap plastic toy sitting out in the open on the roof of a downtown office building. Bad weather or pigeon crap would've ended this long before Rowdy Roddy got involved.
Instead of focusing on the melodramas of the usual TV-disaster movie gallery of fictionalized passengers, the 1992 "docudrama" A Thousand Heroes (AKA Crash Landing: The Rescue of Flight 232, starring Charlton Heston, Richard Thomas and James Coburn; astonishingly, it's available on DVD in Germany and Japan but not,…
Gettin' a little out there (English version hasn't been available since VHS, aside from VHS-to-DVD-R rips on iOffer or a hard-to-find fandub of the European DVD), but yeah, this one: KILL!
"I've got tides to regulate! Comets to direct! I don't have time for flatulence and orgasms!" will forever be one of my all-time favorite lines...ironically delivered by an actor who, outside of this film, I cannot tolerate.
Well, if they can't guard it you can be damn sure they'll avenge it. Wait...
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Psh. Oversexed Rugsuckers From Mars or GTFO.
I can't find it anymore, but there was a Seanbaby article that portrayed Ben being destroyed by the rocks after his friend interrupted the "do your thing" oath/slogan/spell/whatever. It was hilarious.
It's Marvel canon now!
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From the far-flung future of 2008:
It took the mind of Frank Miller to spend that much money and waste that much talent just to make the Sam J. "Flash Gordon" Jones TV-movie version (see Warner Archives) look better by comparison. Sometimes, it turns out, toilets aren't funny.
This! There are a lot of replies attributing their behavior to the possibility of food, but they'll gather around anything unusual that isn't openly threatening. You stand around in a pasture doing nothing but chewing and pooping, you get bored.
Ah, but then it wouldn't have been the cheapest conveyor system, and the company would have passed on it.
eMachines' eOne. YES THAT ONE. Despite good reviews, it flopped, but I got the last one off the shelf at Circuit City. It was cheap, it was all-in-one, I was living in a tiny studio, my game console played DVDs, I wore headphones so I didn't need the tinny external speakers, and the eMac had a (well-earned, as it…
I was just gonna say. Reading the track list of a Giacchino soundtrack is as much fun—sometimes MORE fun—than the movie itself.
There was a short-lived reboot (after Creeper was killed off in Eclipso's rag) which revealed that Creeper was an escaped experiment of his shapeshifting arch-nemesis Proteus, and that his "official" origin—that his get-up was tossed together out of a costume shop's box of odds and ends and blinked in/out of existence…
"Unstable molecules, son. Unstable molecules. Norrin has the Power Cosmic, Xena has 'a wizard did it;' we have unstable molecules."
The titty window is the worst because writers try (through her) to have it both ways; it's supposed to be empowering (somehow) but it also frequently accommodates the "Hey, look at my tits...HEY! Stop looking at my tits" paradox that in turn leads to "rape is justified because bitches are so double-standard…