You remember how Thomas Kinkade did the world a favor and died? Well, this asshole took his place.

The Dark Tower is probably too long for most kids of that age; but years ago King wrote a “Tower-adjacent” novel called The Eyes of the Dragon that most kids who don’t hate reading would love. King wrote it for his own daughter. I dunno; King is a horror writer so most of his work is kind of a minefield if you’re…

The “tricky spot” this show is teetering on is between “tolerable” and “spouse has to restrain me from shattering our TV screen with a hurled ashtray.”

Tideland is a goddamn masterpiece—I don’t think Gilliam has made a film as good since—and Ferland was amazing in it, especially considering how young she was at the time.

It has become a (mostly) extremely awesome website. See dudebra below.

You are not the only woman who despises rom-coms, but we are apparently quite a rare breed. And lonely.

The last time that I cried over the death of a famous person—someone not personally known to me—was Sir Terry. (Before that it was John Lennon, and I was still practically a child then.)

Nor should you be.

In that case where the fuck is Mr. Robot?

Not to be contrary, but I am a Beatles fan and also I remember that scene very well. It was an excellent cover, sounded very close to the original single, but it wasn’t the Beatles.

It was a cover. I expect getting the rights to a Beatles tune would’ve put them a tad over budget.

Fail Safe is an amazing movie even after all these years. You will never look at Larry Hagman in quite the same way again.

When I was in college, one 5:00 am a gas leak ignited in an apartment building and there was a large, very loud explosion. (Only one fatality, if anyone is interested.)

So. I was a young adult when this first aired, and the part that nearly stopped my heart was the EMP right before the explosions.

I wish I could star this more than once.

They’re not promoting him—they’re promoting one of my very favorite Internet pastimes, Pointing and Laughing.

The SA Drafthouse has completely spoiled me. I no longer want to watch a movie anywhere else.

Here I am again, just trying to figure out how to comment in this post-Disqus hell that AVClub has become.

I’ve never paid much attention to Marc Maron, except for his joke about drug testing: