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Hmm, I dunno...I thought Rick and Morty fans were supposed to be the worst, with their conniption fits over McDonald’s dumpling sauce—and that Whovians were comparatively well-behaved.

He died moved into his own apartment on the way back to his home planet with two sexy ladies.

I dunno. Some might say he proved his auteur bona-fides with Better Luck Tomorrow, left better than a journeyman’s mark on Community, and did at least as good a job with Star Trek as J.J. Abrams—who still hasn’t lived down letting Felicity get that haircut.

Yes it does! The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, for example, taught me I should join the Navy. It’s called patriotism.

No mere upvote, here. Well done.

According to Wikipedia, Eddie Deezen played a character named Eddie Malvin on the original, which was also his character’s name in WarGames. (And now you know...the rest of the story?)

I never got Marilyn Manson. I mean, I grew up in the 90's—I loved the Smashing Pumpkins and the Cure and the Prodigy and a bunch of other fairly mainstream weirdos—and I can’t even remember caring enough to actively dislike Marilyn Manson, or even hearing a single song of theirs, or even noticing them on MTV. They

I haven’t actually watched SNL regularly since the Obama administration (I may watch this one), but I used to love it when she did her Spanish-Jesus-Fresco-Ruining-Lady bit. Oh my god I hope she kept doing it...don’t even tell me...just the thought makes me happy.

Yeah, and if he’s Swiss, what does he know about art? They had brotherly love! They had five hundred years of democracy and peace! And what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!

Oof, with Pamela Gidley and Sherilyn Fenn? I wonder if I can find it on Amazon. And if they’ll ship it to 1993.

If the first part is sad, the second part is sadder.

Oh, I think I’d be disappointed if it weren’t pretentious, at this point. But I might well have used that term for a number of other unabashedly stagey films I’ve ended up enjoying—including (come to think of it) Nichols’ own Closer.

That’s wild — I definitely don’t remember that. And I’m sure I did know it was Feiffer who’d written it, at some point, but somehow I’d forgotten that too.

I remember finding the film almost surreal as a kid — but I wonder now if the dialog just wasn’t exceptionally mature.

I tried several times to attach the following link (to the phrase “it was shit”) but Kinja wasn’t having it:

Bringing in experts is a good thing 100% of the time.

“Wheatley” was too close to “Whedon,” so he had to go. And now I worry we may never get that boffo Ethan Frome reboot the fanboys keep demanding.

I suppose it wasn’t on the level of her more celebrated work, but she did a yeoman’s job. R.I.P.

Oh, I’d say I was fairly effusive, all things considered, if only in the esteemed company I very nearly placed you — it was more a riff than a rant, really, and certainly not personal. I don’t hold grudges on this site, anyway, and your username has indeed been a favorite of mine since I first noticed it (though I

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But does that building have a faancy res-ta-raaaaaunt?