I find that trailers for really hard-R-rated movies are often bad, because there's so little you can actually show in a trailer for general audiences.

While I'm a firm believer in "we need to see things to criticize them in any substantive, useful ways" (thanks, useless college degree!), everything Roland Emmerich has said leading up to the release of this movie has reaaaaaally tested that theory.

Hey GJI, would you do me a kindness?

The one thing I'll grant Property Brothers is that the subjects of the episodes, while usually terrible, are nowhere near as loathsome as the garbage people who populate the various iterations of House Hunters. Maybe something about doing a renovation softens the edges.

Though they're not albums and I'd hardly call them essential, I do think it's interesting how many unused songs and demo recordings from big pop acts are floating around on YouTube and torrent sites, given how controlled their images are.

I'm torn as to which I hate more: the marketing for Peanuts, a movie based on a property I've never liked, or seeing Star Wars-branded creamer at the grocery store and knowing it's just getting started.

The generally accepted last good Tim Burton movie.

Eli Roth and Rob Zombie are both incredibly talented filmmakers who have yet to make an entirely good movie. Roth adds complication, for me at least, by having an incredibly sexy douchebag vibe.

The description of this sounds like one of those movies that got dumped in the back of the Redbox, or sat on the shelf for years, that's now getting released because its stars are famous. Like that camp movie Jesse Eisenberg sued to get his face off of.

There are lots of movies and books and whatnot about people who do extreme things, get in horrible accidents and tragedies, survive, and then continue doing those extreme things. However, the biggest "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT" response I've had to such a story was Touching the Void. If you can go…

Every year needs a designated Christmas Bomb, the one weird counterprogramming choice in a sea of Oscar hopefuls, family movies, big-budget blockbusters and comedies that come out at the holidays, the movie that gets the runoff from everyone whose first, second and third choices are sold out and they don't want to…

Back before "HEY GUISE REMEMBER THE 90's?" dominated the internet, a lot of their faux vintage pop culture-y apparel was cool, at least to my mid-2000's teenaged self. "Hey, a Power Rangers track jacket! Awesome!"

I love that a good chunk of Chicago was shot in Toronto.

The entire press tour leading up to Fantastic Four's release was a master class in actors who know they're in a turkey covering their asses. Every single interview was your quote in different words, or Michael B. Jordan and Kate Mara explaining to yet another person how a white person and a black person could be…

Morris Chestnut is to black actors what Jai Courtney/Sam Worthington are to white actors. It is astonishing to me that he continues to get work.

I think it was mentioned offhand in a couple articles when he was first becoming a thing, but I'm almost positive this is the first time he's talked at length about it. It's similar to how Tina Fey refused to discuss the circumstances behind her chin scar for years, a story that's dark, but ripe for anecdotal talk…

Remember how Kesha's Die Young was the number one song in the country when Sandy Hook happened? And when Let's Be Cops came out the week of Ferguson?

She was excellent in Smashed, James Ponsoldt's first movie from a couple years back that also had a murderer's row of talent (Aaron Paul, Nick Offerman, Megan Mullaly, Octavia Spencer). But yeah, she really could be doing a lot better than her filmography suggests.

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If they really want to get Twitter going and earn back some goodwill, they should bring out Janet Jackson wearing pasties and a thong.