“I’ll keep it short and sweet. Family, religion, friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in binge-watching. When opportunity knocks, you don’t want to be driving to a maternity hospital or sitting in some phony-baloney church. Or syna-gogue.”

Honestly, I totally deserve any ridicule that I get thrown my way for this opinion. I don’t need a happy ending in my films, to be clear, but, a lot of the times, bad ends in horror films just feel unnecessarily cruel? (Occulus’ ending comes to mind.) You don’t get that feeling of release in movies like that. That’s…

I always appreciate when characters in a slasher put up a good fight, too. Scream has always been good about it, even people who fail. Rose McGowan and Hayden Panettiere are good examples of not-final girls that came off as scrappers.

I’m the kind of movie-goer who loves horror movies but hates when horror movies end on a dour note. It’s weird, but I hate when the evil isn’t “vanquished, if only temporarily” at the end. The lack of optimism retroactively makes the fun horrible things in the film worse for me. That’s why I tend to love slasher…

thanks, liberal sex dog

There will never be another decade like the 80s for horror, especially slashers. It was just a perfect storm of creativity, camp, effects work, weird marketing, and so on.

Though it’s alluded to, I was surprised it wasn’t mentioned that one thing about the post Scream slasher cycle as opposed to the post HalloweenFtiday the 13th cycle is their reliance on casting young stars from tv shows (as well as relatively solid production values unlike most of the 80s films). I would also say that…

Who wants to fuck a goldfish?

Good God, this is reading like part of the plot from Night at the Museum, and not in a good way. If I go to a museum, I do not want to look at virtual displays of information about things that are fascinating. I can contemplate them anywhere, or look at pictures of them in a catalog. I want to look at the things. …

Your absence is just another thing to miss about the old AV Club.

Barb’s retroactive importance reeks of those assholes in school that, when a kid died, they faked caring about them to get out of school.

In season 3, Barb will be louder, angrier and have access to a time machine.

And there you have the problem with “ironic racism.” You may be intending to make fun of “actual racists,” but to the person on the receiving end of your comments, it can be no different than if they’d gotten those same comments from an actual redneck. I mean, honestly, what is the difference? Whether you’re mocking…

the point is, this is 35-year-old Ivanka talking about 14-year-old Ivanka, and obviously lying. The point is, 35-year-old Ivanka lies.

Were either given an official position as an advisor to their dad?

I would have thought the article made no sense. I mean Obama’s oldest daughter wasn’t even born yet when Cobain died. Now we are supposed to believe a baby dyed her hair blue? The whole story would fall apart.

It’s hilarious that she’s led such a sheltered and pampered life that she can’t even conjure up a believable lie about an afternoon of preteen quasi-defiance.

That’s impossible, blue base is incredibly difficult to remove, she would have had to bleach it out with at 20-30 volume cream. What a fucking moron. She doesn’t get to say she was punk or any type of rebellious kid. Fuck her and her family.

“At the time, I really didn’t care for Love and she was (and still is) such a nutcase that it was hard to take anything she said seriously”

Her statement about CAA doesn’t surprise me. She’s (shockingly) a good actress, and yet kinda disappeared from acting right around that time.