I just had my first purge of the day.

I just recently discovered this

Oh, AV Club why hast thou forsaken the sweet Laurel Canyon sounds of Dawes?

The ranger isn’t gonna like that

“Hi... ummm... let me have some of those porno magazines... large box of condoms... a couple of those panty shields, and some illegal fireworks, and one of those disposable enemas. Ehhh... make it two.”

You got the dud!

Sister Axe

Sixpence Nun The Richer

Nun for me, thanks.

I like how, in the end, it WAS kinda a by the numbers demonic possession movie.

• I, too, was expecting a slow burn, atmospheric allegorical indie film. This is definitely not that. This is like The Exorcist meets Audition with the relentless dread of We Need to Talk About Kevin and the batshit House of the Devil ending.
  

I liked the movie a lot. At this point in my life I am pretty much immune to horror movie scares, so I have to settle for admiring the technical work or the quality of the gags. So, I was impressed by the fact that this movie made me physically flinch, totally involuntarily, when Charlie’s big scene happened. I mean,…

FUCK YOU GODDAMMIT

This response is classic TV character/NBA legend personified.

Please. I like the old “if you try to find something negative you’ll always succeed”.

I don’t think criticizing a comedian that I otherwise enjoy for a bit that was a little tone deaf is “getting outraged over everything.”

I can’t.

NEVER! *Bashes Shaq Kotter in head with pipe wrench*

Can we please stop accusing everyone who has an opinion about anything of being outraged?