The flower shop scene is so disjointed. It's like the lines of dialogue are in the wrong order.

This is kind of silly. The movie gets a goodly amount of mileage out of Cavill and Hammer's odd couple interactions, and one can hardly fault a 2015 movie for failing to subvert early 1960s action hero tropes that have since been quintuple-subverted every which way.

Internet 101: if you don't have a counterargument, just call them a hipster, even though nobody's even sure what a hipster is at this point.

"By the time the social-issue A-plot is brought back around, Carl has redeemed OGD’s opinion of police by arresting Fresh Squeeze, a violent bookie looking to settle OGD’s debt with him."

The title character of Diary of a Country Priest subsists on nothing but bread and wine, which, while not abnormal by themselves, are pretty weird things to base your entire diet around.

Read High Times and find out how it can be both.

Though it's more overtly a comedy, Shaun of the Dead is 100 times the movie that Cabin in the Woods is. It would be interesting to see Edgar Wright try his hand at straight horror.

When TV Guide's social responsibility declined, High Times was there to pick up the baton.

Know what's weird? Dave's current stint with Van Halen has already gone on longer than his original stint.

GoddamnitHarmonixyouknowIain'tlyingtoyouI'monlygonnabuyitone tiii-ime!

This is a person who has his shit together.

Charlie Kaufman. Not even unproduced Superman can beat someone who exists across multiple nested levels of reality.

“It’s like a blend of North By Northwest and The Fugitive fused with Death Wish and set in the Silent Night, Deadly Night universe. Except, y'know, shitty.”

Hint: it's a penis.

"You're my guest and I am your host. What are your pleasures? What would you like to do?"

Marketing people tend not to go for "There's still a lot of unexploited revenue in picking through this dead guy's scraps."

"Kurt Cobain to release first solo record in November, despite the notable handicap of being dead."

A normal sized Chipotle burrito is already large enough to possibly kill you.

The logic is fiendishly brilliant. Either DiCaprio impregnated her and walked out like a deadbeat, or he's a racist. And by brilliant, I mean moronic.

Who let the dogs out? Amirite?