Excuse me, the propaganda I have been fed in the US, since day one, leads me to believe that the rich are magical god creatures. The rich work millions of times harder than we do, are millions of times smarter than we are, and should be able to do anything they want, because they’re rich and “they earned it” okay?

A little movie called Love Potion Number Nine.

What, they couldn’t work a Fat Bastard/Goldmember/Mini-Me story into a show? I always wanted to see what happened to Noah Vanderhoff in serial story format. Maybe Ione Skye’s pizza waitress character from Wayne’s World?

At some point (now) I will throw my hands up, and surrender my coolness smock, as issued by the cool council’s local office. We don’t capitalize bc that’s for Clydes.

lol yup Nevada, Utah, and Delaware are popular with billionaire supervillains

Wait, what the hell???

COLD skim milk! Look at Mr Spicy Adventure over here!!!

No, no, AV Club.

I unfortunately clicked on the Rosanna Arquette link bc reasons. Buried in there was this bad boy:

Come to the New York, “Da greatest city in da woild” run by a crazy ex-cop, and overrun by hundreds of thousands of crazy current cops, who will lash out and kill with zero regrets and zero consequences.

Don’t be.

The lines themselves can develop mold and buildup, too. It’s so gross.

100% less of this guy:

Sick RiffTrax pull!

Wait, there are no strippers? No super trashy people talking about super trashy and/or wildly inappropriate things??? How will we know it’s a Rob Zombie movie???

I’m against fame as a concept, and don’t at all like people who seek fame for its’ own sake.

Midway through The Happening, a secondary character has a monlogue about hot dogs...

This movie could be the sequel to The Happening. I think in The Happening it was like technically the wind that was attacking, but it was working with the trees? It wasn’t clear and the movie sucked too much to figure it out.

I get it. Survivors and mentally ill people have had to create facets of themselves to survive themselves. I did.

Yeah I’m really nostalgic for the wistful times of yore, when Jimmy John could proudly kill and pose with photos African game and lie about it.