You've heard the expression "let's get busy"? Well, this is an eldritch horror from beyond the realms of man who gets biz-zay! Consistently and thoroughly!

That already exists. It was directed by Francis Ford Coppola.

I like how this art style reflects the omnipresent eldritch darkness of Lovecraft's universe by draping everything in eye-hurtingly massive linework. Spooktacular!

We were fools to play God! *liquifies, spills out of hazmat suit*

I can't think of any previous decades that spawned blockbuster fads as bad as superhero movies. None whatsoever. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a new Independence Day movie I have to go force myself to enjoy.

But first: a makeshift catapult constructed from and with parts we couldn't possibly have access to! Also it shoots fireballs!

That's all true, and the realities of trying to maintain a competitive pop culture commentary website do require give-and-take. My problem is that lately they've really been screwing up the ratio between what their regular readership enjoys and more obligatory content like this. To make matters worse, this is the…

Shut it down.

I wish I could time-travel 19 hours into the past and tell my former self "Stop trying to fix the bathtub drain and get on AV Club, because Neil Breen's doing an AMA!"

Or right behind J.J. Abram's house, and then host a massive Electric Daisy-style outdoor rave in the parking lot every night.

Prime body-dumping ground.

The least they could do is throw up some Duracell ads.

It was a solid review all around, but for me the real joy came from gradually realizing that Mike was fucking wasted.

Wardrobe design by Square Enix.

A murder of clowns. Obviously.

When asked whether he thought his career would be viewed more favorably in light of his untimely death, Flanagan told reporters: "ABLUQUKH2JNN67YesPOK."

Do not pass go, do not collect tickets to this shitty movie!

In Soviet Russia, uh…it, it doesn't? I don't know, man.

This explains so much.

Oh god, those were the rap-metal years of animated television.