I used to work for an academic publisher focusing on books for filmmakers. That book is considered something akin to a gold standard of screenwriting texts.

I remember that movie, and recalling how badly I wanted a water slide and a wall-of-TVs.

Agreed, though sometimes the WHM guys just get angry-nerd-angry, which is a turn-off.

No, you're thinking of We Hate Movies.

This week's "Flop House" was VINTAGE Flop House, from the movie, to the digressions, to the grossness, to the bad imitations of what a saxophone sounds like.

George Plimpton:

What're you talkin' about?! I was mad about Mads!

Only Neil Breen could take an image I am genuinely freaked out by (people happily killing themselves) and turn it into the funniest scene of his movie.

Would they have a problem with my "Coach Ella" brand of sports gear for women?

"Well, no wonder I only got $10 for winning it — imagine the cost of making a sash that big?"

Look, all I know is, if there's a hotel for dogs, then it's probably managed and owned by a dog.

HOW CAN A RUBBER DUCK OWN A HOTEL THIS MAKES NO SENSE

That's also good news to me!

Great Job, A.V. Club Tech Guys!

"Raditude" and the Red Album are back-to-back awful.

Don't. I completely get the frustration with them.

I agree with you, though as somebody who likes the band, I perhaps wouldn't have phrased it so harshly.

ALL HAIL THE NEW NUKU.

This seems like a departure from what the White Album achieved in returning the band to outstanding songwriting and performance. Back-to-basics always worked best for Weezer.

All thanks to Peter Graves!