It’s half a movie but has all the kills, nihilistic sadism, and ham-handed political commentary of a full size film!!

Holy shit, you’re right!! I mean, Green’s first one isn’t as good as IT pt 1 was, but this does seem like a comparable (and equally baffling) downgrade in quality.

I worked in NZ for a year. EVERYONE offered me pavlova. “Aw, ya gotta try the pav, bruh!”

All through the 80's and 90's and well into the aughts, people didn’t want American cars because they were cheap pieces of unreliable, unstylish crap. If a 1995 Civic or Corolla are ‘boring’ (and mostly, they are) they are *consistently*, *reliably* boring. They get you to school, work, the grocers, etc without…

also, 9 times out of 10, ‘truffle oil’ has never been NEAR an actual truffle. Mostly it’ll be cheap olive oil and 2,4-dithiapentane, an artificially produced version of the chemical that gives truffles their distinctive smell. It does NOT, however, replicate the odor or flavor of REAL truffles, which are more way more…

Im convinced the main reason fast food survives at all is because deep-frying at home is giant pain in the ass. It’s undoubtedly the ONLY way to get really *good* french fries (right in the name!) and while oven-baked home versions MIGHT come close with effort and just the right technique, it’s a real tossup as to whet…

Werner Klemperer (Col. Klink) served in WWII in the Pacific Theater and agreed to play the role of Klink only on the condition that the character was always portrayed as “a buffoon who never succeeded.”

You missed the most 90's of the *Cyrano* adaptations:

I only remember Herbie Fully Loaded because I went with my not-yet-ex and tween daughter to see it, having loved Lohan in her Parent Trap/Freaky Friday rolls.

I don’t know if they were doing it today, but tacos are 2 for $1.29 every day, so, can’t argue with that.

I’m not signing up for diddly or squat for a free $2 taco... BUT.

> Verhoeven and David Birke, who wrote Elle

Comcast merely (*merely*, HAH) fucks over the consumer with the power of monopoly. They are, such as it is, Corporate Evil Classic (tm).

Derp

“¿Donde’ esta’ el baño?”

This is acceptable.

Have they come up with a plant-based way to derive buteric acid so these ALSO smell faintly of vomit?

There is almost zero excuse for ever ‘accidentally’ buying cheese that is labeled ‘Parmigiano-Reggiano’. The rind is stamped with a a very distictive pattern, which SAYS ‘Parmigiano-Reggiano’ right on it. You can SEE the protein crystals in the cheese. Hell you can smell it through all but the thickest plastic…

Because it was Neil Patrick Harris offering it to you.

90's cell reception could be... highly variable, and people were still not used to the ‘dead air’ between responses that is characteristic of cell and internet voice chat. Land line calls are (or at least, were. I haven’t used one in a zillion years) essentially plunking people in the same electronic ‘room’. It was a…