Hopefully this reboot answers some longstanding questions. First and foremost among them: “Where’s Chris Mullin?”

But before that, Harry left because Marv wouldn't stop yammering on about his formative years in late 60's/early 70's California. One more story about that Winnie Cooper broad and Harry was gonna squash Marv's head in a vise.

OK.

Is this really surprising? She is "Alabama Hannah" after all. 

Or Goldie and the Boxer.

I once held the door open for Jeri Ryan as she entered Borders book store. She smiled at me and my knees went weak.

Ugh! The entire Trump family needs to make like a tree, and get out of here!

I daresay you underestimate the appeal of Art Metrano, whose Captain Mauser gave the Police Academy films their most iconic antagonist. 

I know I enjoyed this way back when, but honestly, all I really remember today is Steve Buscemi’s ire at the people at the blues bar who paid no attention to the legend who opened for the bland, white as Wonder bread, corporate blues dude headliner. That and the casual anti-semitism of the dudes who worked at the…

All I really remember about this movie was a running joke about Martin’s tux being referred to as blue, even though it was clearly black.

The most famous instance of someone believed to have been replaced by a duplicate is of course Lee Harvey Oswald. Though it was not a result of anyone suffering from this syndrome, but rather a result of an altogether different type of delusion. One suffered by imbeciles and nitwits. For the record, those who knew…

I want it to have mad hits, like it was Rod Carew.

Ah yes, Steven Crowder, the alt-right version of Billy Eichner.

Ever since then, whenever I come across the name “Las Cruces”, I hear it in William Hickey’s voice.

You read this headline too quickly and one might get the wrong idea.

Honestly? No, not really. It has some laughs, but not nearly as many as you would expect from a movie starring not only Eddie Murphy, but also Richard Pryor and Redd Foxx. It’s not “Eddie Murphy completists only” bad, like Vampire in Brooklyn or Pluto Nash, but it’s not a whole lot better.

Favorite Dennehy role is tough to say. If I have to pick one, I’ll pick John Wayne Gacy in To Catch a Killer. He is just so damn frightening.

On that Dear John note, I for one think that Kirk, played by the invaluable Jere Burns, is long overdue a reassessment as one of the great sitcom sexual dirtbags. Right up there with Dan Fielding and Larry Dallas.

He did.

(jeezus fuck I’ll never understand her reason for existence)