Dude has a third arm, an umbrella, a mallet, a helicopter rotor assembly, and Christ only knows what else housed in his skull, which is itself mounted on a telescoping neck. I can't imagine where they stashed the brain—if there actually is one and he's not a full-on robot that just doesn't want to break a little…

I'm...I'm not even going to ask how we're supposed to access the small thermal exh—nope.

I just went through that entire series again a couple of months ago. It remains incredible. I've often fantasized about a film series, only to end up laughing/cursing at what I imagined the end product would be.

C'mon, people, Tucker is a low-rent Rush Limbaugh. He says idiot stuff he knows will set off The Liberals a-talkin'...a-talkin' about him. It's never been about truth, or facts: it's always been about pissin' off the hippies fer atten-shun. Just wait for it: I'm sure shortly Jon Stewart will completely humiliate him…

Edited from some forum post from some flounder (/bullwinkle):

Ha ha! Watch it! You have to watch it!

It comforts me to know that there aren't enough Gulchers to turn a profit on a twenty, ten, or even five million dollar movie, even taking into account folks like me who willingly watch Inchon! and Battlefield Earth (and The Fountainhead) and are gleefully adding this to the pile. (Of course, I'm going to get AS3 off…

"...the show's attempt to "anime-fy" Rocket Raccoon has resulted in a tiny nightmare. He looks like he has encephalitis of the head, and the juxtaposition of the big eyes, overly cartoon-ized face and his wide, animal haunches make him look far creepier than the more "realistic" CG of the movie did."

Let's just go ahead and make the leap here: Start charging drunken idiots big bucks for the privilege of being catapulted, dropped, or otherwise introduced onto the track. We've already established that race drivers are allowed to mow down people and carry on as if nothing happened, and this will fish one or two turds…

Really hope the "dead victim in elevator" part was staged. Can you imagine the carnage if a pair of terrified people decided to bail down the stairwell to the left instead? People running in the dark—what could possibly go wrong. In the meantime, the poor dog must be terribly confused and frightened.

"Fuck off, ableist shitbag. Find a better way to insult people than maligning the mentally ill."

I have to say your rant suggests a deeper obsession than any Brony's.

Anatomy nightmare aside, as long as it's just almost-goatse and not slimy tentacles slithering towards the open-just-a-bit cleavage of horrified, perspiring chained women (and one carefully-obscured male) as hordes of spectators cheer—namely, that infamous Heroes For Hire/World War Hulk crossover that they tried so…

How do I know I'm real?

Jet Jaguar Joker?

Tee hee! Oh, you!

No one got sucked into a garbage disposal like in the half-assed almost-forgotten remake of the horror movie classic

I'm not going to try to post the image because of the Gawker Image Troll controversy going on, but Google up the Polish poster for "Godzilla versus Hedorah." (Nitehawkcinema.com has a big, bright, clean version.) It is AMAZING.

I think there's a disconnect here on the phrase "being professional" (as in, "acting like a grown-up") versus "being a professional" (as in "occupying a job slot").

It's considerably more expensive, but I suspect it's also heavier: The Art of Bob Peak has tons of work from the man who dragged me into more theaters than my father.