In my day, we just called those “fuck buddies.”

“That’s not even Michael Nesmith’s real hat!”

Not the most insightful or damning segment, but quite possibly the flat-out funniest one yet.

Yeah, this trailer has an element of camp to it that I think shows some potential, and I feel like the negativity towards the flick is so hyperbolic that I can’t help but want want to go against the crowd here.

How familiar are you with the Mario Bava and Hammer movies that inspired Burton’s take on Sleep Hollow?

Watching a video essay about a Nolan movie is basically watching a video essay about a video essay.

I think you’re underestimating how long “being a thing” has been a thing.

It’s not a matter of judgement so much as a matter of individual tolerance. It’s not a criticism of a work to say, “Sorry, that title grates on me in a way that I simply cannot get out of my head, and thus I cannot personally appreciate the quality of this work unencumbered.”

I don’t really see the danger of tonal whiplash when we’re talking about two different movies.

It is definitely not “trash.” Most of the people who say that are upset that it doesn’t match their specific vision of a Star Wars movie. But it is, at the very least, a well-produced, entertaining movie.

Likewise. Over three viewings, I’ve progressed from “like,” to “love,” to “in love with.”

Yeah, this TruFan nonsense is going way, way overboard.

I consider the first Blade a very good movie. I consider Blade II a pretty bad movie, and have always been baffled by its popularity. It rushes through its characters and situations, with nothing to offer but flashes and bangs.

Oh, also, just to be clear, I said somebody would be an asshole if they punched ME in the dick, not if they punch YOU in the dick. I’m certainly not here to kink shame.

That’s a very weird reply, but I was already pretty comfortable agreeing to disagree, so I’m happy to keep it up. Literally 100% of my initial point was, “Your experience is not universal, so please don’t state it as though it were.”

No, I’m pretty sure I’d just stop having anything to do with the asshole who punched me in the dick.

No, they weren’t. Her dad was selling that long-abandoned house. Michael saw her drop off a key there, then fixated on her.

Now, know that I understand what Mr. Fraiser went through is not your typical thing. What he described is not anything near what I am about to say. I get that but something similar is not unusual to dudes.

Because it’s easier to pretend that it’s all the TV’s fault.

That’s not how stories work, though (at least not in any absolute or fundamental sense). When a creator (or creative team) gives a work an ending, that is its ending. If they or other creators subsequently conceive of a continuation, the earlier work is not retroactively altered by the existence of the new dependent…