Evangelion was a deconstruction of the giant-mech genre. Your complaint is like seeing a guy in a cape and going, "…Watchmen, much?"

"Want to keep writing"? No, I don't. But I haven't yet figured out how to stop, either.

Right, but if buying a car was important in the service of the plot, the events that lead up to it might not be- you could easily dismiss those with a throwaway line or leave it to the reader to fill in that blank.

There are many events that, like the bathrooms of the Enterprise, are best left off camera and out of the scope of our narrative. It's not that scenes are eventless, but the choice that turns an event into a scene has to be based not on the event itself, but the interestingness of the execution.

See, that's my thing, though- scenes don't exist because of events. They exist to serve a narrative purpose- they're meant to show you something about the character, the setting or the plot. Most important, they exist to entertain. You don't include a scene about buying a car because the character's car broke down- a…

#1 is the core of my challenge: I'm easily bored and I'm lazy. Instead of trying to find ways to make scenes more interesting, I say, "Well, why is this scene even here?" and then I end up with no scenes at all because they're all boring by the 20th time I'm passing over them.

And a number of classics (again, both old and new) don't make terribly much sense at all. And many of the ones that do make sense aren't worth the time they take to watch- I'm looking at you, Androids of Tara (bizarrely, I do rank that as the worst Baker episode, and yes, I recognize that most people consider other…

Also, telling a story without caring if it made much sense? You're pretty much summed up the entirety of Doctor Who.

Maybe I'm just too young. To give you an idea, I was making TARDISes out of Duplo blocks that included Teegan. My memories of Tom Baker are all goofy and hilarious. Suave is not an adjective I'd ever use- imperturbable, perhaps.

What? I thought the VHS release was pretty spectacular. The gaps are filled in by Tom Baker, assuming the persona of your crazy uncle, narrating the story. Do you know how many people I would kill for Tom Baker to be my crazy uncle? My actual crazy uncle is a druggie that hits my parents up for money all the time.

That's generally how I think of it.

In the event that extraterrestrials have a detailed understanding of the computers that power SETI, both the hardware and the operating environment, then yes- we should be worried.

I almost asked this same question. It's only because I happened to hover over corpore-metal's icon by accident that I noticed he asked the same question.

The best? That's so hard. And honestly, by even broaching the question, you've created an inevitable Mike/Joel flamewar that will be hotter than "Gorgo"'s flame breath, and more pointless than a Coleman Francis movie.

They both did and did not pull that number out of a hat.

Jim pulled his car into the Pit Stop gas station and sighed with relief. He was deep in the middle of nothing someplace in either Montana, Idaho or Wyoming, with the gas gauge sitting on "E" for thirty miles. If not for the fact the last mile was down hill, he probably wouldn't have made it.

When I was a teenager, I worked at a summer camp for Boy Scouts. One of the key sources of entertainment was the dumpster.

And I think there should be a little more emphasis on bastard. He was really grumpy and mean.

You do realize you're citing some of the worst episodes of both of those series to defend this forgettably nonsensical movie.

"Is it still out there?" The radio crackled in Bront's ear. "Bront? She's not answering. Pterry, she's not answering. Oh Deathrock, it got her!"