Okay I know, anyone can sue over anything.

“It’s a trap!” said Ackbar, upon seeing Leia’s unexpectedly huge cock.

This looks like something you’d use as a game controller in eXistenZ.

He seems like he’d be a lot of fun to hang out with, mostly because he never shuts up and his stories are amazing.

Yeah, sci-fi cult classic, loved by few, unknown by everyone else turned into TV show? How big could it get?

He’s making his own movies, directing for The Flash and Supergirl, doing about 45 zowiellion podcasts, and getting pulled in by Amazon to direct an original series.

You’re on io9 calling him a fucking loser. Way to go.

I have to say I’m kind of glad about this. I mean, Buckaroo Bonzai is just the worst and, frankly, the fewer people who know about us red Lectroids, the better.

You obviously never saw Red State.

I think you just quoted Kevin Smith’s own opinion of himself.

Welcome to the year 2016, where the jokes have become reality, reality has become a joke, and every celebrity you like is dead.

There’s a huge problem with Bernard being Arnold in that he and Ford were partners in running the park. Yet, Ford’s replica of Arnold is cast as a servant to Ford. This would be like Paul McCartney dying in 1963, John Lennon building a clone of him, turning the McCartney clone into his roadie, and asking fans not to…

That’s Ryan Murphy in a nutshell. He comes up with great concepts for shows, but it’s always pieces. Figuring out how to connect the pieces is where he fails.

You know Walking Dead, I know you couldn’t have foreseen this, but when Westworld is knocking it out of the park in the same timeslot, every week, an episode based around Tara is NOT the way to reel folks back in...

Trying to get cancelled, obviously.

Well, someone has to hold Vader’s leash...

I’m going to stop you right there... people who talk in theaters are much worse. Same goes for people who check their phones (the light pollution) during movies/performances.

“If you take sexual advantage of her, you’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.”

2016 can go to a very special level of Hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

A few years ago, we saw her live doing Wishful Drinking on Broadway. Two things about the wonderful performance: we sat in the front row and were anointed with glitter by Fisher; as we were leaving, some uptight old broad from the UES kept saying, loudly, “Oh, she was so beautiful—what happened? Why did she let…