*shrugs* I could never handle that assaultive “talking-heads-surrounded-by-constantly-scrolling-text” visual format which modern news junkies have apparently come to expect.

WE NEVER FOUND OUT WHO FINN’S FUCKING PARENTS WERE!!!

Bridges was “Jack Lucas” in my mind before he permanently became synonymous with the Dude. I still love “The Fisher King”, but every time I watch it now, I marvel that Bridges was actually able to top himself.

I remember seeing “Lebowski” at a matinee show on its opening weekend in a mostly empty AMC theater located at what was then called Downtown Disney near Orlando. I can’t say that I loved it so much as I quickly realized that I needed to see it again. The following weekend, I returned to Downtown Disney seeking another…

“Released in 1988, the original Heathers pre-dated the Columbine shootings by more than a decade, a lengthy span of insulating time that might explain why its ’80s take on satirical high school gun violence [emphasis added}...”

The old AV Club would have included “Wet Hot American Summer” and the “Ghostbusters” reboot.

Who’ve seen the AV Club proofreafers?

This series should make it fairly easy for me to pinpoint exactly when I became burned out on superhero flicks.

It must be every girl’s dreams to grow up, become a Hooter’s waitress, and give birth to the illegitimate child of a future Baseball Hall of Famer.

Lately, it seems as though the AV Club movie reviewers have been getting their Rex Reed on.

Great.

When people start coming forward with harassment accusations about Billy Corgan, that’ll be the day the AV Club’s server officially melts down,

You are not alone.

Were you at all instructed to NOT ask him about either Ray Charles or Bonnie Bramlett?

So...er...is Louis CK supposed to wreck my enjoyment of “Parks And Recreation”?

It beats a scenario in which it turns out most of the characters in Episode VII knew exactly who Rey’s parents are (or where Snoke came from) but just never happened to say so when a camera was focused on them.

Over the weekend, I got a call from Spectrum attempting to get me to upgrade by internet service to their internet/cable/whatever package. (I have been without cable for, oh, a quarter of a century now, which has confounded every ISP and ISP phone solicitor I’ve ever had.)

Semi-related question: Given Richard Pryor’s, um, checkered history with women, do I need to start retroactively hating his work?

Does this mean that the 1980's will no longer be referred to as “The Al Franken Decade”?

Is there any chance that any of these guys will eventually find work again? If memory serves, Don Imus was back on the radio less than a year after his comments about the Rutgers women’s basketball team.