This is really disappointing.

Don't stop… bereaving!

Nice try at turning it around and making it about me. But no.

That's because Southern culture is based on presenting oneself in a polite, pleasant manner than merely disguises any dislike or prejudice until the other person has left the room. It's a veneer of hospitality and charm laced with passive aggressiveness and barely-concealed disgust. The longer you engage someone in…

The South would like you to believe it was entirely motivated and justified by conflicting interpretations of the 10th Amendment.

Deen is just playing a long con.

Full of deep fried, honey-coated rage.

Deen: "Owned?"
*awkwardly looks around*
*begins to sweat butter*
Deen: "Haha! Yes! Owned! Yes… yes indeed. Owned. Back then. In those olden days before this one. Haha!" 
*runs off camera*

The sudden emergence of pot in 1985 stunned the world with its malevolent spread through high schools, community centers and Huey Lewis concerts. The apparent fulfillment of an earlier, prophetic plea by Mr. Lewis resulted in his subsequent reputation as a harbinger of doom for our nation and the human race as a whole.

@avclub-f127ab2c48e1f25bb7b27ec38b1569d2:disqus That's what airlocks are for!

It's expensive to create a 24 year old Jenny Agutter in CGI.

When a Muppet gets trapped between a subway train and the platform, Detective Pembleton must comfort the victim until the nearest dry cleaners opens.

Prometheus 2: Wait, Is There Any Human-Edible Food on This Alien Spacecraft I Just Stole? SHIT!

Muppets are now excluded from stop and frisk. The felt burn was causing more police sick days than the Blue Flu.

I hope to see more things like:

Pretty much everything in the film was a blue/teal and orange combo.

"A mostly nude Fassy" sounds like some kind of obscure, harmless sounding British slang that would be hazardous for an American to use without having lived in the UK long enough to appreciate its true meaning.

Him?

It's worth mentioning that Mann's earlier film Thief is basically an early-'80s version of Heat and a damn good one at that.

Mononyms are cool until you try to book a duet. Then they're downright hazardous.