I find it difficult to understand how everybody doesn't think Search For Spock is better.

Nice Spock spoiler, Hendren. His Empire Strikes Back preview must have been interesting.

Jezebel: The Movie

Every Brandon Flowers verse sounds like Iggy Pop's Success to me. This seems like as good a place as any to state this opinion.

Turn Blue Monday.

Comes around every five years, slightly disappointing when they do — The Dead Weather truly does treat me like they're my mother.

The makeshift family is strangely in PTA's wheelhouse. And the giant cock looking thing on Pinocchio's face.

I've watched every episode, and have enjoyed maybe three of them. I probably need to stop too.

With all due respect to Neve Campbell, her getting ten minutes on Mad Men, and series regular on House of Cards, might be the perfect metaphor for the differences between those two shows.

Stephen Colbert's Stevie Coal Bear. Merry Christmas, children.

For us, the viewers, that could certainly be the case. But for Tarantino, who had nothing to do with 12 Years A Slave, I'm not sure he gets the Spielberg duality treatment. Tarantino doesn't even appear to like 12 Years A Slave, ranking The Lone Ranger and nine other movies ahead of it in his Top 10 favorite movies…

We should give him this first comment, but we reserve the right to take it back at a later date.

Condensing African-American slavery into a mostly vapid blacksploitation knockoff in 2012, might be even more offensive than a man born in the 1800s having a faulty perception of Native Americans.

If they just committed to Liberace singing Violent Femmes songs, Wisconsin would have been tough to beat.

OH MY GOD, 50 CENT HAS NO IDEA WHAT OKCUPID IS! Or something like that.

The Noel Gallagher interview alone would make it the finest episode of the series.

My favorite was Chicago, just because I got to see Steve Albini set up microphones, then leave before Foo Fighters actually started playing.

Haze son, we have a problem.

"Well let me tell you the ending, brother. I shoot you in the face, and I start celebrating like I just won, dude. I'm putting my hand up to my ear, asking people, 'Whatchya gonna do?' But it's not really you who I just shot. It's your evil brother, brother. It's Frank Stallone, dude. And then you sneak up from…

In 1983 Todd Rundgren also predicted that I wouldn't want to work, and would much prefer to bang on a drum all day. Toddstradamus.