I’m not going to point out a specific film, just gonna leave this here from the glory days when it didn’t physically hurt to look at Penny Arcade:

“I have a terrific idea! Let’s get every damn eye in the world looking in our direction...and then commit some crime!”

Revenge of the Cows: Meat Gives Your Cancer

Figured this whole Processed Overblown Shitstorm of the Week was a nothinburger with extra cheese when I noticed it was Hammy, No! who was screaming EAT MEET GET CANKAR!!!1! on the Gawker frontpage with his usual holier-than-Jesus-Himself air.

Tiresome Hypocrite just saw an opportunity to punch down. It’s not like he has the requisite brain matter to resist such impulses.

I don’t have access to my saved copy of the “disappeared” Dr. McNinja guest strip that set off a shitstorm, so let’s just ask Deadpool:

Yeah, Mr. Baker would never abuse air bladders like that.

Cannonball Run II doesn’t really count, as it was the second part of a double feature...but it was so stupid I left in the first ten minutes. And I fucking loved King Kong Lives, The Swarm, and even Raise The Titanic!

This MST3K fan still waits for them to wise up and give us Simpson (the aluminum pie-pan maskman) in Simpson vs The Vampire Women.

Anyone who says “Happy Holidays” or (sneer) “Happy Hanukkah” will be marched into the town square by local militia and made an example of.

It’s weird what sets me off emotionally. In the climax, when Christopher Lloyd looks around in horror, at the coupling, at the clock, at the lightning rod, at Marty hurtling towards him, and everything seems lost and this doddering old fool seems helpless...Doc suddenly puts on this look that says I know what must be…

The only thing you need to know: It is the Most American Movie Ever Made.

simply (...) instead of simply (...)

The main sticking point/excuse against She-Hulk seems to be, “But how to get her going? MCU’s made it pretty clear Bruce Banner, not knowing she’d handle it like a champ, would rather let Jennifer die than risk turning her mean green with a blood transfusion.”

Jesus, it took all of four seconds for my brain to pull this guy out and dust him off. Miss this show.

I actually learned something from a Jaws knockoff! The tree-slashing bit (as well the fact that ursines bury their kills to come back and eat later) was hammered into my head by repeat viewings of the delightfully dizzy Grizzly (1976), which took the novel step of simply transplanting Jaws onto dry land instead of…

I was in love with two scents throughout my childhood without even realizing it until they were lost to me: the combination of fresh-molded ‘70s Revell plastic and model glue, and the heady mix of adhesive and powdered sugar from my Wacky Packages. In those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em...

Dude, the Cygnus sells for the big bucks on eBay now.

Jackson cobbled together elements from the 1933 and 1976 versions, twisted all the dials up to eleven (“Kong fights a T-Rex! Wait, that’s boring! He fights three giant lizards while plunging down a ravine! And simultaneously juggling Ann between his hands and feet! Gwarrrrrrroooooo!!”) and decorated it with brilliant…

I wonder if this is going to be a remix of the 2009 animated Hulk vs Thor, leading into Planet Hulk, hopefully without all the World War Hulk horseshit. (Watch Hulk vs Wolverine if only for Deadpool.) But how will they work Jane Foster into it?