When I was briefly associated with my college comedy organization, I complied a slew of movie parody concepts that never came to any sort of fruition. I was proudest of George Orwell’s Airport 1984 and The nIXth Plan (Francis Ford Coppola’s megabudget remake of a certain Ed Wood movie), but a close contender was The…

Or that giant piece of arson porn called Knowing. Man, I love me some Cage in Raising Arizona and even a few I’m embarrassed to admit to. But not Left Behind. Not Knowing. Not Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance. Dude, quit signing onto shit.

You have no future in politics, friend.

When I saw the headline I thought this was going to be about that godawful Archie vs. Predator comic.

Apparently Jimmy is so goth now he shits bats.

How is this different from any Hollywood “event”? ...I mean, aside from the lack of plastic boobs almost-hanging-out...

And he should know, right?

Is there a specific date at which a supportive comment from Hillary will be deemed acceptable and unsuspicious? Or is it going to be like how teabaggers keep carping about Robert Byrd was in the Klan?

So true. The best bad movies don’t set out to be bad. A few rise above limited budgets to become minor masterpieces in spite of themselves (Roger Corman’s original The Little Shop of Horrors), while those that fail miserably are incredibly entertaining because they thought they were going to be the Next Great…

Those lazy thugs! Stop race mixing! /s

Arthur Herzog apparently demanded his “based on the novel by” credit be removed from the poster; instead there’s just a wee li’l “Read the Signet Paperback” blit under the OST flog. Can’t say I blame him...

“Stupid b**** is just manipulating your emotions like the calculating scumbag she is!!”

Count the rings in her stump.

I honestly don’t know how humanity made it this far.

Oh, that’s good. But as soon as the lady showed up and said, “I heard* that vaccines cause autism,” my response was other than constructive.

Shouldn’t be that shocking. It’s just a variant of Joe the Plumber’s infamous “Your dead kids don’t trump my Second Amendment rights” dirtbaggery.

“All my drinking and drug abuse while pregnant didn’t harm my child, it must have been the toxins in vaccines!”

I’ll be damned...I actually, truthfully, literally LOL’d at the ending.

You wish it would play out that way. But no, not with Miller; Hal gets a little too aggressive, and Robin (in this version a borderline-psycho hand-to-hand combat savant—or in Millerville, every young man’s ideal) forgets his place and punches Hal in the throat. Bats-Man has to drop all of his smug and save Poor…