Nah, they’ll be too focused on working out the death toll of the Storage Wars.

Enh. She was fine. It didn’t hurt that she had a small role that was essentially “Petty Officer Smart Mouth.” She didn’t have to try to sell any of the half-assed dramatic moments.

In this month’s issue of Mother Fuckin’ Kangaroos...

Nah, he’s pretty great. Nobody could come away from Battleship looking good.

Y’know who he kinda looks like? David Koresh.

Stephen King has no idea how movies work, so he’s not really the guy to ask.

Knowles is the fetid embodiment of fanboy culture. He’s Ready Player One made clammy flesh. I am prepared to believe any allegation of pervetude.

Not like Ponzi schemes. Everything is soft and smooth.

The A.V. Club used to be the best pop culture destination on the internet. This is an appalling excuse for content.

Well, there’s The Chaser spoiled.

Ryan Gosling. Because he’s from CAN-AY-DA!!!!

The Legend of Baggier Pants?

“The best song Pink Floyd never wrote” is not the same as “the best Pink Floyd song Pink Floyd never wrote.”

Sending a picture of a flaccid, blotchy penis is known as ‘ric Bolling.

That should be “Me And Early And The Dying Copy Editor.”

There’s such a thing as Mumford & Sons-lite?!

“Look out! It’s Silvio BerlusBONY!”

Fear of a Breached Contract.

I wonder if there is, like, a review somewhere that describes its strengths and weaknesses in detail.

Jeff Daniels protects geese. Geese attack pedestrians. This is how it ought to be, regardless of what your gander studies professor says.