I’d put in a good word for the second half of You Are What You Is, kicking off with “Mudd Club.”

Are you referring to that ghastly, epicene little twerp who does hacker stuff? I half-saw an episode featuring that character during a bout of couchbound insomnia, and wished I could reach through the screen and snap his neck.

My outlook is very similar to O’Neal’s ... and though the thought’s much appreciated, the last thing I’d want to endure is a anime show that “plays with the tropes.” Can’t speak for O’Neal, but my knowledge of the genre’s tropes is limited in the first place, and the ones I know of are mostly irritating—playing with…

The Inhumans comics have had a couple of excellent self-contained series that actually dig into and interrogate their caste-like system. Mirabile dictu, turns out that such an inegalitarian system is none too stable ... and that someone like Maximus (when written as actually intelligent) needn’t even work too hard to…

NOW he decides this? The Darkman sequel could really have used you, Neeson.

If you like.

The bunnies have been there too long; they’d never survive in the wild. Best we can do now is start a network of foster families.

As a creepy middle-aged f@%k who sees women as objects, I’ll take it under advisement.

The Wee Folk are nothing if not adaptive.

Please tell me the “organ” starts off noodly thin at the base and becomes gourd-shaped at the bottom half.

Those two characters are fascinating to me, because Diane and Mr. PB both seem like terrible people in very veiled and hard-to-nail-down ways. His near-total ingenuousness and her emotional vulnerability are traits that we associate with sympathetic fictional characters ... but in practice, they’re poisonous to the…

The Fatty Arbuckle case gets my vote for sheer inherent drama. Portray the devil’s brew of PR, studio politics, and public hysteria that combined to ruin the man’s life.

“How about tomorrow night?” “I have class then, too.” “Well, why don’t you call me sometime ... when you have no class?”

Naïve materialism of the Roddenberry variety is a double-edged sword. It can be wielded towards any number of ends, moral or not.

Rick is a smart guy ... but in several respects he’s a dumb person’s idea of what a smart guy must be like. A lot about his nihilism is more revealing of his intellect’s uneven scope & limitations than its power.

The office’s motto: “Waste is a terrible thing to mind.”

There’s just something poignant about a race whose purpose is to achieve something ASAP and die ... and finds its worst nightmare in the form of poor, aimless Jerry. His neuroses are threatening to make them immortal, with all the built-in suffering that their nature imposes for that ... and it makes for an insanely…

I’d go W.P. Mayhew so fast it’d make your head spin and blow off your hat.

It’s very meta: If I were making a cheap Z-movie like this, and it featured a douchey, untrustworthy producer who lived for boob shots, cast his bimbo girlfriend, and was fueled by barely concealed gay panic, I’d name the character something like “Chad Ridgely.”

Been awhile since an actual film broke out the “gazoinga!” sound effect.