Come on, man.

It’s the talking doll with all the needles in his face. And the chainsaw hand.

And here come the apologists!

I may be wrong, but correcting a loudmouth’s incorrect blatherings doesn’t make one an apologist.

Oh, man.  I want to hear ALL YOUR STORIES.

Bless you.

I had to attend the last Crawl screening of Sunday night (10pm) because I was dumb and didn’t buy advanced tickets for the 7:15 one, which was sold out when I showed at 7:00.

The 10pm also sold out.

Never discount the die-hard horror fans in a low-income area.

ALL THE STARS.

My favorite of the non-Dini-penned stories was in Batman Confidential, where Batman and Riddler, PI track down King Tut in his first canonical comic appearance.

While I resoundingly agree with your take of 31 being garbage—because it is—I am boggled that you enjoyed it. It was mean, ugly, nonsensical, cheap (in all contexts of the term), and, worst of all, boring. All the things opposite of what a good trashy movie should be.

He reprises his role as The Question in a recent Scooby-Doo / Batman: The Brave & The Bold dvd movie. A must-buy, I assure you!

When I was a kid, I disliked the Fiend Folio because it was too weird and out-there.

As an adult, I adore the Fiend Folio because it is too weird and out-there.

It’s called “artistic rounding”, pedant.

It was a tragedy that the title was the best thing about that movie.  And I’m a Wynorski fan.

There’s a fantastic book series about that very thing.

“But aside from your dumb reading of the screenplay, I don’t agree that a finished movie can be fully judged by reading one.”

Because it can’t be judged that way, given what actors, scenery, costuming, lighting, etc. bring to the screen that isn’t on the page.

Jesus, what a goofy-ass take.  I see why The Colonel gets…

That’s the modern spin I’ve heard on it, and how Smith apparently intended it to go down. But I remember the cinema audience laughing at all the wrong things, and the chatter when the lights came up. There was nothing “sweet” about it.

(Fully confess to haven’t seeing Chasing Amy since release.  Maybe I missed some…

Robert Forster starred in this exact set-in-Chicago movie in 1980.

“For whom does Dowd review movies?”

Naw, man.

The overarching theme was that lesbos just need a good dickin’ to turn straight. And it was handled with just as much tact and class as my sentence up there.

Huh. Maybe that does count as “naive” in some circles.  Some terrible, terrible circles.

Well, I’ll be dipped.  Works for me!

Y’all are familiar with this, right...?

We already have a teen Cassie, courtesy of Endgame. Don’t think she’s a “big name” or anything, though.

Shrug.  Maybe one of the Runaways?  I’m terrible at casting kids.