I had to delete the Twitter app a few days ago because it kept causing my iPhone to crash and restart. I have not felt the overwhelming need to download it again.

*glowers*

*hisses*

Nah, he'll just make it text-text.

So is David Spade.

The answer is simple: volume.

Real horrorshow.

All alone!

Another key difference between Broadway Danny Rose and this film: BDR runs well shy of 90 minutes. As much as I love it, it would be hard to take two-plus hours of it.

I'm so sorry, Scrawler. I had no idea. Do you need a hug?

The trailer for that is on the DVD of Hot Fuzz that I rented last week. To say it pales in comparison is an understatement.

Marcus Nispel's The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. No contest.

Wow. All of a sudden, I want to take up the violinist.

A crummy commercial!

Not even with my boyfriend's penis.

But The Chainsmokers are just Skrillex for the Lululemon set.

Abs, Jeremy. It's all about the abs.

I saw that on MonsterVision back in the day. Joe Bob's commentary was the only thing that made it possible for me to make it all the way to the end.

Obviously!

Anybody who says Watchmen is the worst movie they've ever seen in the theater hasn't seen enough movies.