This grift is my favorite. They’re sold out, but if I recall the list price was something like $400.
This grift is my favorite. They’re sold out, but if I recall the list price was something like $400.
Hey, they’ve already made plenty of headway in arming teachers. The K–12 set is just the next logical step.
She can’t even get her hand entirely around the grip. And I’m no expert, but doesn’t a visible red marking on the safety typically mean the gun is set to “fire?” The absolute epitome of responsibility, right there.
I wouldn't bother trying to argue about this with anyone who has an anime joker as their avatar.
Mamie van Doren? Surely you have her confused with Gigantor?
The racing plot drags a little, but otherwise it’s a perfect serviceable nunsploitation flick.
Good call on “Girls Town.” That one always seems to get overlooked.
Little wing-ed potatoes!
Didn’t they do kinda the same thing with Richard Ayoade in the horrendous American “IT Crowd” remake?
Yeah, I guess my argument ate itself there pretty quickly.
It’s worth noting that Ebert gave higher scores both to “Enemy of the State” and “Domino” than he did to “Top Gun.” And to his credit, because “Top Gun” shot basically its entire wad in the opening sequence by using an aircraft carrier airplane elevator as a screen wipe, and how do you move on with your movie to…
🎵 Troy and Abed catching lawsuits! 🎶
Ugh, would you get on with the growing up, double-O-broom already?
“I thought Christmas only comes once a broom."
My favorite weird Verhoeven bit from “Starship Troopers” is that he got Denise Richards to react to bugs that would later be composited in by chasing her around while screaming and swinging a large broom.
The tromboner for my shitty teenage ska band wrote a song for us called “When Band Kids Go Wrong” about pretty much that same thing. Which was an excellent song, and to this day I fail to see why someone once unplugged our stage monitors while we were halfway through playing it.
I could go either way. Give me a personal chef, or take the same amount of money a personal chef would cost and build me the most beautiful kitchen ever seen so that I’d never want to stop cooking.