"BREAKING NEWS: Tourist arrested for performing lewd acts in, on tomb of Mahatma Gandhi"

It's like a Coen Brothers movie that's so nihilistic it doesn't even have a second or third act.

Cool, but posting on the AV Club doesn't seem like a worthy usage of the wifi bandwidth your monastery needs to keep calculating the nine billion names of God.

These machines are the first of their kind to pass the Turing test, as long as "crippling gambling addiction" can be considered an emotion.

If I wasn't already familiar with Eggers, I probably would have half-expected to run into a "But when Josie's daughter is abducted by a coven of deep-woods Yukon vampires…" or maybe a "Josie's dreams of self-discovery are shattered when an alien invasion…"

The Academy Awards haven't been an accurate barometer of cinematic quality since, like, never. They have never been that thing.

It will probably involve the entire Red Letter Media staff being dismembered by rotor blades with VHS casettes taped to them.

I find reactions like that of Landis - and Alex Proyas, who someone already mentioned - to be not just tacky and whiny, but kind of pointless. Nobody cares about the reasons behind the failure of a movie they didn't bother to see (except, of course, for dweebs like us)

Man, even Quentin Tarantino responded to the box office failure of Grindhouse by acknowledging that he'd made some mistakes with it as a filmmaker, and thus had some responsibility for its lack of success. When the manchild emeritus of Western cinema handles disappointment better than you do, it's time to reevaluate…

I personally had a hell of a lot of fun with American Ultra, but Max Landis is still a hyperdense singularity of hilarious schadenfreude.

That's a fair question, and personally I'd answer: a little, not to a huge extent, but the overall idea of a Pepe Le Pew movie is so grotesque and stupid that this is just one of countless reasons not to make this shit a fucking thing that fucking exists God DAMN it I just started imagining the Hulu/Youtube ads for…

FINALLY.

"Anton Yelchin may be dead, but his unmemorable and underutilized supporting role lives on! Let us honor his memory by replacing him with a vaguely similiar-looking dude and hoping nobody will notice!"

Chekov, you're not even your mom's favorite Chekov.

She's in the post-credits scene where they find Rebecca de Mornay's shoulderpads in a crater in Mexico.

Let's put him in charge of Random Roles, and watch what happens when famous character actors show up for an interview and instead spend two hours listening to a TED Talk about why dubbing is an insult to the creator's original vision.

I only skimmed the article, thus I got really confused when it suddenly seemed to segue into a completely different topic halfway through and briefly wondered if they'd finally made Mohd a staff writer.

Aww, that would have been great.

It's used to it! WOOOOO!

"The tortoise lies on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun…but you're not Instagramming it."
"What do you mean, I'm not Instagramming it?!"
"I mean you're not Instagramming it. Why is that, Taylor?"