Now I'm picturing that lineup scene from The Usual Suspects, only with a bunch of people-sized, disembodied male genitals swaddling around behind the glass, somehow holding numbers in front of themselves.

Let's not be silly, here.

I think that I'd rather sit through a reenactment of the Six Day's War in real time.

And it was written by Mark Bolan. It's totally different!

Wait… it's possible to link to something that isn't a photoshop of Donald Trump shitting his shorts while playing tennis?

Eh, loose twenty, win one, loose one: that's life (if you're Sony).

It's almost exactly as stupid in exactly the same way as Zowie Bowie. Hell, Duncan Jones and Rolan Feld probably went to the same glam-rock daycare together.

Man, it was the 70's.

Did you help them unwind?

Nota bene: his version of justice involves a lot of black people with open head wounds.

Wouldn't it be cheaper for the tax payers to just house Trump in a secure federal prison facility?

Speaking of the Bolsheviks, how about we kill all the rich people, and redistribute their wealth? Who's with me?

Given the choice of the two of them, I know who I would rather see on a billboard sixty feet high.

Maybe I should play the evil wizard then. I'm swarthy.

Would you prefer that they cast Neil Young instead?

Who-ded Fehr?

There was a recent mummy movie?!

There I was, thinking that Jawbreaker opened for PWR BTTM…

But I live in Boston! They're so ubiquitous that I have one on the landing between my bedroom and my bathroom.

So this Kendrick person is like a modern day Marcel Proust, only more succinct?