I take The Express to avoid stopping at Cloverfield Station. Way too many lens flares there

I hear the post-credits scene will set up a spinoff franchise for Candyland. This Milton Bradley Extended Universe series will be exciting!

The Guggenheim won’t fucking pay me $24,000,000 for my painting of a happy dog even though they spent 10x that on a Van Gogh!

The real issue is how low Wanda Sykes got paid. Now that’s ridiculous.

I think there’s a certain Bogus Journey undertaken by Misters Bill S. Preston, Esq., and Ted “Theodore” Logan that would like to disagree with you.

STATION!

Because someone had to do it.

And Casey Affleck might be presenting the Oscar to Best Actress.

Indeed.

It’s got electrolytes!

He made chicken, and then, he died.

Weird how you never see Daytime Emmy-nominated director Steve Rogers and Captain America in the same place.

AV Club commenters, shush! Disparaging this movie is a bootable offense! It’s one of their proudest traditions!

So long as he gets to bust out a crappy Scottish accent somewhere along the way, he doesn’t really care.

“You call that a Crocodile Dundee reboot trailer — THIS is a Crocodile Dundee reboot trailer!”

I was actually wondering this too. I’m kind of assuming they’re going with “a bunch of interchangeable garbage tattoos, close enough!” because otherwise why hire this human dlist.

Always a good read every time this talentless clown shows up.

Because Hollywood spends money to make money period. To them, investing in somebody whose movies had made billions (regardless whether or not they were the actual draw) is a sound investment.

I want to see a Ghost Rider movie but it’s about his time working at an insurance company, and dealing with his dad’s progressive Alzheimer’s disease. And he’s on fire the whole time.

Ugh, we don’t need to see her origins yet again. Everyone knows she was bitten by a radioactive African-American woman who was attending her husband’s funeral.