He probably shouldn’t have been messed with.

That just blew my mind a while back. “Adrienne Palicki and Scott Grimes got divorced.” I didn’t even know they were married. It’s almost like that Futurama where time kept jumping forward and you’re like, ‘Wait, how the hell did we get here?!”.

Agreed. If you don’t, that’s just how the cute and fuzzy bunnies win.

Hudson Hawk, though? Oof.

Mick Garris has made seven (or is it eight now?) King movies/adaptations. Sleepwalkers really should’ve been enough to nip that collaboration in the bud.

Honest to God, while I didn’t mind the MIB movie we got this year, I’d have been there opening day just to see Liam Neeson barking orders at Schmidt and Jenko.

Stupid haircut, obvi.

It took an article like this to make me realize that Downtown and Mission Hill are distant cousins. Both terrific animated shows, though I’d probably give the edge to Downtown. Wonderfully eclectic from its animation to its characters.

Given recent events, let’s just assume his character dies excruciatingly.

To quote myself, ‘No The Mummy? To hell with all of you.’.

And that’s supposed to make the moment less insultingly idiotic?

No The Mummy? To Hell with all of you.

When I saw the trailer, I remember thinking, ‘This is one of the goddamn dumbest lines I’ve ever heard in a movie.’. Thanks for the reminder. /s

I imagine Tim Burton these days feeling a lot like Peter Jackson in that picture of him (Jackson) on the set of The Hobbit; like his soul has been crushed into dust. Filmmaking no longer holds any thrill for him. It’s a goddamn job, now.

“Basil, Vanessa was a fembot!”

The more I think about that review, the more I think that the neckbeards owe Brie Larson an apology, because if this is how their precious White Male Critics (see also Reed, Rex and ‘everything’s better with butter’ Edelstein, David) are going to comport themselves, film criticism could do with some diversity.

Counterpoint: someone had the bright idea to throw Bringing Up Baby, Muscle Beach Party and The Apartment into a blender and the result is just the worst damn smoothie. Tate is luminous in it (and the score by Vic Mizzy is good), but definitely a movie I regret watching.

Minor nit: McQueen insisted on getting as many lines as Newman (who, I presume, didn’t give a damn), but yeah, pretty much.

I find the three-second teases way more irritating than the slowed-down covers, but to each their own.

Now that you mention it, I’m a little upset that the Twitter joke account ‘80s Don Draper’ threw in the towel a couple years ago. Damn funny stuff.