Could be ‘cause the trailers look awwww-ful ( and we thought the Clive Owen one stunk on ice.). It’s strange that no one has yet to surpass Boorman’s Excalibur— and even that movie gets super xtra-weird in the wonkiest of ways.

Huh— a little guy who can keep his mitts off his genitals. Color me shocked.

Just as an aside: In my whole, entire life, I’ve never known anyone named Roy that wasn’t at least a little off.

Something tells me what will make this show extra-extra special will be the plethora of guest star cameos popping in to pick up their shit. It’ll be like a 21st Century Batman building climb!

T&J have pretty much been over since the horribly cheap and surreal Dicky Moe days— and that was 1962.

Looks like a LARPer who got lucky.

These peckerwoods are seriously and deeply fucked-up in the head.

Hah ha— He doesn’t know who Scrooge McDuck is.

Now that’s an example of an American Original. RIP, Chuck.

He’s also a top-notch character actor trapped in a Movie Star body.

I find it wonderfully satisfying when wealthy, sanctimonious, religious nuts fall and fall hard— and I don’t even feel remotely bad/guilty about it.

Anyone who’s seen Dr. Strangelove can identify Vera Lynn. Happy Birthday!

‘T’ is for TRAITOR.

I just assume that once abandoned Malls would eventually be re-fitted for Old People storage. That way they can still Mall-Walk every morning at 5am.

‘Cept Rosa wasn’t, you know— trafficking cocaine.

Ah— So then it’s no coincidence that two of the best things he’s ever done (Toy Story & Galaxy Quest) just happen to have him portraying characters that are clueless self-involved jerks.

“gone-to-seed frat boy Tucker Carlson”

“Something that doubles as something else is always half as good.”

WHUT?

The same thing happened recently at the local Symphony in town— a relic from the vaudeville days— they replaced the third floor balcony seating and found a bunch of old programs and advertisements from the WWI era on.