That clip was beautiful, but—unless I misread the article (completely possible)—the footage before T-Rex Fugitive will not be part of the movie. 

Older people who aren’t Al Pacino, anyway. But otherwise, your point stands.

Halt and Catch Fire was fine, but it irks me that show got a four-season run, when my beloved, beautiful, flawless child, Rubicon, couldn’t even get a conclusive TV-movie following its tragic, untimely, cancellation after only one season.

Not only do you have to provide photo as proof, by law the photo must be taken at your nearest USPS location. I’m not sure on all the specifics, but it’s akin to getting a passport. Additionally, the photo must also be accompanied by a notarized statement of authenticity, signed by the person whose dick you sucked,…

That is one of the sweetest compliments anyone has ever given me. Thank you. 

Blaming someone for still putting Aguilera in the “trash column”, as you say, isn’t necessarily deserving of blame.

In unrelated news, President and CEO of Jaguar Land Rover North America, Joe Eberhardt has announced a permanent 95%-99% price drop across the automaker’s entire fleet today stating, “The demons say I have to! You must find the Greater Key of Solomon! DEAR GOD! DEAR GOD, NO! NO! NO! FORGIVE ME! FORGIVE ME!” while…

Bit or not, Ingraham is almost sort of cute and charming here.

Because for those of us born into a world prior to a 24/7/365 Internet, wanting physical backups of digital media was a no-brainer. I wish CD-R and CD-R burners were still common.

How far back we talking? Like, “Duck Job” and “Did You Ever Wonder?” 

They didn’t “discover” copyright. They ‘disrupted’ copyright. And in doing so, our expectations of copyright have been ‘subverted’ by NFT’s said ‘disruption’ of copyright. In reality, NFTs’ economic benefit and utility are fairly elementary, and can be expressed through simple arithmetic:

There’s also the issue, that—with few exceptions—mainstream Country music artists, are almost existentially reliant on support from the Nashville system.

I can’t think of a specific uniting theme, or source work he could adapt, but I’d like to see a PTA film that gets him out of California. My vote is for late 1950s-early 1960s NYC or Paris. Either dealing with fictional outsiders looking for a way in to the Beatnik and other countercultures of that time.

No. No! NO! NOOO!!!

I need this flick to hurry up, get made, and get forgotten so I can stop misreading headlines that only get my hopes up for a Boondocks revival (with McGruder at the helm, obvs) that’s never going to happen

Tried to see this twice in the past week but missed both showings on account of my friend not feeling well. The second failed attempt was supposed to be the last night of IMAX showings, so I was kind of bummed thinking I’d missed out. Friend’s health was obviously more important, but still…

I don’t know how Kinja’s spoiler script/tag/whatever works, so forgive my lack of brevity. Hereditary’s overarching plot and ending aren’t what makes it horrific; same for that other part.

I’ve seen pro-wrestling that looks more real than Seagal’s fight scenes.

The Broken Lizard crew also seems game for just about any sort of improvisation. Telling an actor of Brian Cox’s caliber, “Yeah, this is the line we wrote and if you want to use it to loosen up that’s fine by us. Also fine by us: DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. And…Action!”, is probably one of the more amusing ways to…

I hope Cox is doing a “Fuck you. Fuck you. You were cool. Fuck you…”-style memoir because he’s materially secure enough he doesn’t need to worry about the feelings of others and not because an illness is speeding up his exit.