I would have been interested what the writer felt about how “sexy” the movie ended up being. I mean, this movie is about cheerleaders and is ostensibly pitched at girls, but JEEEZUS is it pervy, leering at the young actresses like it’s about to transform into Cinemax.

Brits say the C-word with impunity—they’ll call their mum a C-word when they’re being cheeky.

It’s going to be pure unadulterated ass.

Plus we’d already seen that Neo can easily run away, and that none of the fights really matter, so why in the shit was he continuing to hang around and have these elaborate fights just to have them?

Hey it worked great with Superman’s mustache, why not with a whole entire person?

I was only introduced to this movie recently, when mydaughters found it and loved it, and I can honestly say it’s one movie we can agree on. They love the girl-forward empowerment and cool dance moves; I’m a big fan of the wildly lascivious director who shoots the whole thing like a rap video with some of the most…

Furiosa would have to have a character for her to “become” something. As it stands, she exists exclusively as a slight frown across Theron’s face.

I love that in your world the word “Feminist” is something that’s “hung around your neck.” In mine it’s a glowing neon that shines through your eyes.

If watching two minutes of a “free” movie counts as a watch, then those numbers should really be halved, or thirded. In other words, those numbers mean jack shit. I’d be more interested to hear if literally even one of the 73 million people who clicked on Sandler’s Murder Mystery actually watched it through to the end.

It’s a shame. The first Scooby Doo movie has a real energy to it—when I learned it had been cut back from something more edgy, I immediately knew it was true. Also, let’s be real, Linda Cardinelli is insanely hot as Velma, I definitely wish we had gotten the racier version.

There’s nothing more interesting to people on the right than people on the left. You guys spend all day every day looking for ways that we’re hypocrites. Shit, you’ll gladly infect your grandma with a deadly virus to “own” us.

If I never hear anyone ever say that again, it will be too soon.

This is the most “cleverly written play you’ve ever seen”? It’s school house rock as told by Eminem. I mean, it’s a staid history lesson told in a straight line.  What’s “clever” about it, the rhyming?

Counterpoint: seeing this at home, without the awe inspired by a live performance, reveals its weaknesses. The story (divorced from the history lesson) barely exists, the rap cadences grow extremely repetitive and tiresome (rip off someone other than Eminem for a minute, okay?), and, at the end of the day, Hamilton…

Two and a half hours of wannabe Eminem cadences times schoolhouse rock. The songs are fine, but the story is clunky at best, and at the end of the day, no, Alexander Hamilton isn’t that interesting—in fact, he was kind of an idiot who got both himself and his son killed for stupid reasons.

I’m not sure why the AV Club won’t allow me to make this comment, but it’s important to realize that the B’rer characters were created by black people, and while Harris and Disney stole them for their own purposes, it remains true that Splash Mountain was the ONLY ride at Disney based on stories created by black…

You appreciate it would be impossible to change the course of the ride, yes?  And that they’re merely going to swap out some of the animatronics, swap out the music, add a bunch of screens and projections, and that will be that?

But you’re comfortable with a ride based on a movie created by a sexual predator, John Lasseter?

I appreciate the problems around Song of the South, but consider:

Without exaggeration Shumacher’s greatest achievement was creating the conditions for this video to exist: