No, but now I’m convinced that I should have.

The token gay character, or at least the token gay-coded character, dying in slasher movies is more of a 90s thing, though the only example of that I can think of off the top of my head is David, Gordon Michael Woolvett’s character from Bride of Chucky.

I saw this opening weekend, and I remember writing a review for a friend’s blog afterward were I used the phrase “giant flaring cockhead” twenty seven times. I stand by that review.

Hyoh!

Please stop using trope when you want to say cliche. In fact, stop using trope in general.

Niagra Falls!? Slowly I turned . . .

Sure thing, ma’am.

And his name was . . .

In this new version Bambi’s mother lives.

I’d give it a shot, but for the moment I’m filing this under “Sure, why not?”

I’ve done the math, and I’ve figured out how to do this in zero movies. And that includes The Flash.

Such is the first stage of repentance. As penance, say three Hail Marys and two Hello, Dollys.

You can’t do it, Robby!

Every time I forget about Garth Brooks I get reminded in the best way possible. This is great news!

This guy thinks so!

WTF isn’t this show doing? Va-va-va-voom! *sproing sound effect*

Part of me feels like I’ve had this movie playing in the background for the last decade.

Almost enough for me!

I'm enjoying it.