And that little boy grew up to be…Andrew Breitbart.

This shouldn't cause any blowback from its legendarily stable subject. Especially since there's no recent precedent suggesting that she could bankrupt them with legal fees if she felt like it. No sir.

True, but at least we got Meredith the line producer out of it. She and the tongueless manboy are the breakout stars so far.

To paraphrase/expand on a cartoonist that I follow on Twitter: the treatment of this film versus the entire existence of Sausage Party is all you need to know about how the film industry views animation.

Ayn Rand: Recipient of Social Security Checks

This might be the most precise match between a book and its adapter in film history.

Technically? Lightyears better.

I am not a person prone to hyperbole, but you and the other Pee-Wee skeptics in this comments section must lack a soul.

I stand corrected - thanks. I think my other two adjectives hold, though.

Well, go rough up Don Bluth then. He's about 80, so it shouldn't be too hard, and the bastard deserves it for Rock-a-Doodle alone.

He's one of many examples of how, in a film executive, benign and largely hands-off incompetence is vastly preferable to micromanaging, ruthlessly effective corporate rapaciousness.

Fun fact (since I'm just full of them today): I own a book of interviews with master editor/sound designer/Return to Oz director Walter Murch, and he says his major influence/reference point for the film was the infamous coffee table book Wisconsin Death Trip: https://en.wikipedia.org/wi…

Yeah, they're not gonna waste this primo shit on the cartoon people. This is a vehicle for a supporting actor on a CW series if I've ever seen one.

Probably, but if you're going to pluck a standalone movie out of Discworld, that's one of the better choices.

Semi-related: while in a Wiki Wormhole* a week or two back, I learned that before Disney shut its 2D department down (again), the Little Mermaid/Aladdin directors were working on an adaptation of Terry Pratchett's Mort.

Oh, it's true!

I won't lie: I'm enough of a Dead fan that I'll probably flip through this when it comes out on streaming.

Crow-as-Jerry's "squeeba-SQUEEBA-squeeba" guitar solo kills me. It's such a great parody of Garcia's post-autowah tone (and post-heroin playing).

This just might be the whitest thing ever. No small feat, given the involvement of a Latino man.

For this alone, I like Sally Field. I really like her.