I don’t remember ever seeing an R rating enforced at any theater in the ‘80s.

She's a national treasure and criminally underused on SNL

The Abbey Road remix was the 12th best selling album of 2020.

Even 21 years ago consuming music was a completely different landscape. It occurred to me watching the Bee Gees doc on HBO that popularity to the point of ubiquity is basically a thing of the past for musicians. The Bee Gees at one point had 7 songs on the Billboard top 20. Even Outkast, for as popular as they were,…

I feel like this review oddly flattens a nuanced, interesting character. The article portrays Mare as a “community servant” who “can’t investigate cases, she can only be consumed by them.” The author writes that “her sense of responsibility runs so deep that she would sooner publicly accost a cancer patient than have…

Pardon me while I go fuck myself.

The kind of Pennsylvania towns ravaged by opioids while clinging to past athletic glories are not the kind of towns with black police chiefs. Nor do they have homeless shelters. And they don’t have female detectives.

A rating is too generous for something that’s same old, same old detective story.

That post above you whining about “Who cares about the family?” and the use of real news footage to illustrate the information being relayed to an entire nation holding its breath, it just makes me think some moviegoers don’t deserve great movies.

She makes up for it. She bought me the giant Lego Millennium Falcon for my birthday, and that is not cheap and occasionally continues to enhance my Han Solo in Carbonite obsession, so still worth keeping her around. She even willingly joined me for the midnight premiere of The Phantom Menace. That alone was a gold…

Catapults someone who has replied to your comment back into the grey. I think only the poster can see it after that.

In space, no one can hear you buzz. 

That was exactly the problem. They copied the first movie’s plot, which is a terrible enough idea, but then Feig decided to turn it into a soulless, rudderless improv mess, with jokes - most of them cheap and cringingly unfunny (ha ha, that lady is getting slammed all over an alley by the proton pack!!1!1!) - going on…

My argument: Lord of the Flies cannot be set in space... how would the flies breathe???

Was there a script? They basically copied 1985's Ghostbusters verbatum. Was there any direction at all? Or did Feige just turn the camera on and tell Wigg, McArthy, McKinnon and Jones to say and do funny things?

Don’t start that shit again.

yeah, bill & ted 3 even had the original writers back!

AV Club should just fire every staff writer, fold, and sell off everything for missing the best, and most infamous needle drop in movie history: “Living in Stereo” from Fast Times at Ridgemont High (video clip not posted for obvious reasons).

This reviewer sometimes has the weirdest gripes.