The cast of a mediocre live sitcom being literally enslaved and/or worked to death by their increasingly insane and desperate network would make for one hell of a Black Mirror episode.

Good God, Lemon.

Int. SHACK. Evening.

RACHEL: (shocked) What the hell are you talking about?
STONEHAUSER: Your son graduated from MIT at the top of his class three years ago, and went straight to work for DARPA.
RACHEL: The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency?
STONEHAUSER: Exactly. He's spent his entire career working off a single theory: there is…

RACHEL still has her gun pointed at them, staring them down.

FADE IN -

SOLD, to the man with the anime avatar!

I'd see a third The Ring movie if it followed the "Alien"/"Aliens" principle. It would revolve around the CIA coercing Naomi Watts' character into tagging along with a SEAL team on a mission to infiltrate a black-site research facility, which was attempting to weaponize the cursed video tape for use against terrorists…

I'll Allow It - But You'd Better Be Going Somewhere With This, Internet

I agree about the podcast, at least to an extent, and this book doesn't sound nearly as interesting to me as it did back when it was first announced. That said, however, the WtNV show I managed to see in Chicago during their tour a year or two ago remains one of the most delightful experiences I've ever had with live…

[FOREMOST RAPIST IDENTIFIED]

"All the world is a stage, and you never know for certain whether the audience will find itself laughing with you, or at you. Ricky Coogin thought he'd have the last laugh, but he forgot the most fundamental rule of slapstick comedy: getting knocked down is only funny if you get back up again. It's always a tough…

Poor Frisco.

D-Box allows you to experience tubercular coughing spasms like never before!

Yes, I'm sure that was the coke you kept hearing them refer to.

James: I love you, honey. [embraces his daughter in a bearhug]
*studio audience goes "awww"*
Daughter: Ugh, quit it, dad! I can't breathe!
James: Nice try. I've heard THAT ONE before!
[huge laughtrack; freeze-frame]
["EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
CHUCK LORRE"]

This is a damn good story, but I would've liked it more if you'd cut the brakes instead.

Yesterday I went to the movies, and was more or less forced by my date to test-drive a demonstration model of a D-Box. You guys know what D-Box is, right? It's a specialized chair containing the vengeful ghost of William Castle, which claws its way out of the netherworld to violently assault your lower body like some…

I know it's rather irrelevant in the context of this debate about his character's racial background, but I did find Ejiofor's performance to be charming, compelling, and ultimately one of my favorite things about the movie overall.

I'm clearly the target audience for this joke. Why am I not laughing? Am I…am I dead?