Faith and begorrah, Iggy Poops, why, Cameron O’Diaz is the very picture of a fair girl from County Tipperary, t’be sure, t’be sure...and totally not some blonde California Long Beach girl who kinda lucked upward from modelling into acting. Look, I love Diaz, but she’s like the...next-leading-brand version of Charlize…

The show better be called "Crazy In The Head, Crazy In Bed". 

Armin Meiwes has got plenty of time on his hands. 

That riot montage is just hacky. Yes, it would've gone gang busters in the 1940s, but not any time after that. 

At least it won’t have Madonna in it.

It’s his own fault for climbing up on that roof, really.

Phase 4 wasn’t that different than Phase 1,

Man, I’ve come to the conclusion that Wes Anderson hates cinema, or has at least developed a hatred of it. Asteroid City is best enjoyed as a series of still photographs.

And The Real RocknRolla.

In deference to your position as a university lecturer I’m handing in this assignment late.

Nerds, unable to judge qualitatively as art requires, simply fall back on quantitatively analysis. 

NERDS LIKE LORE. 

For those who can’t make it to a 4DX cinema, there are a range of vibrating, remote controlled buttplugs available in wide variety of both girths and lengths that offer a perfectly serviceable alternative.

Nah, a continuation, but where Mac’s made General.

My favourite is when the Swifties use their ignorance of...well, everything...to claim that it’s specific victimisation aimed just at Taylor, saying it would never happen to anyone else, when it demonstrably has but they just haven’t heard of it.  

Oh, just kick House Of The Dragon square in the nuts, why don’t you?

It sounds like the American version of...any number of British detective shows.

I remember first hearing on GTA: San Andreas’ K-DST radio station, and thinking, what, that doesn’t sound like The Who.