World's Biggest Fletch fan here, man.

Once again, I am awed by O'Neal's snark-fu.

Not at all—love Dini's work, in all media.

If you want to watch the movie, just watch the trailer. Shows everything in all its terrible, idiotic glory, and saves you an hour or so of life you will never get back.

I personally know two dudes (and neither of them are Kevin Smith) who both named their daughters Harley Quinn.

HTM forever!

No matter the genre or system, I would GM / play the fuck out of any RPG adventure named “Chicken Joe’s Extreme Slaughter Island Tour”.

Every lead character on Fear… is a blithely murderous sociopath.

Why has Fonzie forsaken us?!!!

I have a buddy who was / is a hard-core alcoholic, and he LOVED the original formulation.

Those damned women, gathering in treacherous, deceitful packs to fleece poor celebrities.

Wait, wait, wait…

One can be a grandfather at 30, but that's no way to live, man.

Alternative:

Counterpoint:

I'm trying to be jocular and impishly deflate some of the (bafflingly sanctimonious) umbrage of Miss Ihnat's choice. Saying, "I, too, hate Stipe's voice and think his music sucks" is too blunt when you're clearly such a fan. Dismissing your affection is the last thing I want.

No, she intimated she never bought and / or heard the album, after being turned off by the radio singles… and loathed them so much, she gave up on the band.

And it would only prove my thesis!

Look, Mr. Stipe, I appreciate you reaching out. It's rare for a creator to interact with an uncultured pleb like myself.

Awful man has awful opinions—film at Eleven!