Well I'd take masturbation over masochism any day.

Queen Pruple is my favorite all-female King Crimson tribute act.

That's like James Hetfield joining Queen and asking them if they could tone down the camp and not have so many high notes.

A guy was mad that the band he joined had lyrics he didn't like in a range he couldn't sing? Why the fuck would he join them then?

So when IG-88 added his Manchurian Candidate program to all new droids, do you think he added any worm functionality that would allow it to spread to existing droids? What I'm saying is… are all droids potential revolutionaries?

Yeah but most of the time they're just, like, sitting there, moving their wrists and ankles! They are not known as an athletic lot.

At least Johnson had the decency to say this shit in private.

…we said, for the twelfth time.

Kind of! There's a reason football players and gymnasts wear spandex!

Surely we can find a better costuming trope than tight black leather.

The key is to use an Argentinian and you get a Spanish last name without the muss and fuss of them looking like an ethnic.

WONDER YEARS? TREACLY? YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT, BUB.

I'd have liked to have seen Harry Morgan and DeForest Kelley engage in a battle of sardonic sidekick wit.

I sit in a chair and press buttons for six hours, then I sit mostly motionless at home for six, then I lay motionless at home for ten!

I think it is a worthy sequel. Not as artful as Days, but a fine film in its own right.

*Vaudeville hook rips VitaminShoe's head off.*

Unpopular opinion: not as good as Dog Soldiers.

Wonderful double feature. I also recommend 28 Days Later and [REC] (or even Quarantine, which is nearly as good).

LANGUAGE!

"Hen-pecked in a h*ckin' pen!"