I was a kid, and still remember Bobby holding the egg up against a brick wall to test the theory, and the egg blowing back to explode in his face, in the same second.
I was a kid, and still remember Bobby holding the egg up against a brick wall to test the theory, and the egg blowing back to explode in his face, in the same second.
Bill votes for whichever candidate is being supported by the last cute female canvasser who knocks on his door.
There’s an episode where the guys are talking about what they’d want their last meal to be if they were being executed, and Dale says he’d ask for the world’s rarest truffle, then tunnel to safety while they were looking for it. It’s followed by him saying, “But then I’d miss out on eating the world’s rarest truffle.…
the studios heads in charge of it, the people who made it. Everyone behind the scenes who said “hey, lets make a mad max movie, but with as little of mad max in it as possible.”
Sure. But so many of the people who insist that animation is for all ages only watch animated shows made for children. And that is pathetic.
lol wtf
I hope Bobby’s demands as a chef don’t prevent him from getting to a few open-mic nights for a tight set of prop-comedy.
I find the kids in Bob’s Burgers to be too twee (your tolerance for twee may vary. I can’t stand it.) The kids on King of the Hill felt much more grounded in reality.
Any unaccompanied adult at an event with more than 10 children is a pedophile until proven otherwise. There should be a pithy name form that - like Rule 10.
I love King of the Hill but I wouldn’t have brought it back, given I think it went out on a high and given the deaths of Brittany Murphy (and latterly, Johnny Hardwick in particular). I see Bob’s Burgers as King of the Hill’s spiritual successor and I wonder if the new KotH can be that good.
Mike Judge in his best Hank Hill voice, saying “a fusion chef in Dallas,” struggling audibly to figure out which precise word to put more of his good-natured contempt on.
These pretzels are making me want to be a fusion chef!
The bit where Bandit and Bingo are just hungover as shit and Bingo makes one of the kids get corn chips and sour cream from the kitchen while the watching the whale documentary...and Bandit says, in a smartarse husband/documentary voice “They can eat up to five bags a day!”
And, god, but you can just imagine it, yeah? Mike Judge in his best Hank Hill voice, saying “a fusion chef in Dallas,” struggling audibly to figure out which precise word to put more of his good-natured contempt on.
Also attending were numerous 35-year-olds, continually insisting that animation isn’t a medium 0nly for children while also only watching animated content made for children.
All of the sequels are about Max showing up, getting swept into a story bigger than himself, and then leaving when it’s all over as other characters get actual conclusions. Mad Max hasn’t been about Max since the 70s, he’s just the mythical figure through which these stories about the wasteland are told.
Max has been a supporting character through most of the films. Mad Max 2 is more about Pappagallo survivors. Beyond Thunderdome focuses more on Aunty Entity and the tribal children. Max is just sort of there.
This review needs more pointless, performative, perfunctory alliteration.
George Miller’s entire career laid out honestly sounds like a joke. The man just seems to do whatever the hell he feels like in the moment with zero thought of whether he’s ever done anything like it before, even in comparison to other famous genre-fluid directors like Howard Hawks and George Cukor. And his still…