I just glanced over my movie collection and realized I own at least 14 Nicolas Cage movies. So, I'm on board with this article.

It's also a thing you can do with your dick and balls, which is what the title of this movie would refer to if this movie took place in a fraternity between 2005-2010.

That actually is a cute little nod to Takei, and nicely progressive in the way Star Trek sometimes is.

I love the thought process that leads to someone thinking a person who commited past crimes deserves to be executed by the police, without due process. And by "love," I mean "am wearily exasperated by."

I wouldn't say I liked it, and I'd definitely agree with Jesse that the improv-y bits were really not good. But for a completely predictable romcom filled with actors who I like and who can do better, it was OK in a "Saturday afternoon on cable" kind of way.

I'm seeing her at the end of the month. I'm predicting her audience will be half old country fans and half gay guys, and they'd all vote for her in a minute.

Today in You Are Old: as of January, all of the Spice Girls are in their 40's.

In this vein, way, way, way, waaaaaaaaay down on the list of things that were ruined by Bill Cosby being a rapist is laughing at this.

I usually get the "ok, I'm done" feeling around the 75-minute mark of his movies, so 40 minutes is music to my ears.

Worth noting that this came out the same weekend as Jem and the Holograms and The Last Witch Hunter, introducing the possibility that a single weekend in 2015 produced three MYOF entries (assuming Witch Hunter is worth covering, and if it's not, hey, still notable that there were two).

To be honest, as that final shot played out (before she looked at the camera), I thought we would see flashing police lights reflected at her back, and it would cut to black either before she noticed, or as she turned around to greet them.

Sub-question: is there any show this commentariat could name all the deaths from memory (that lasted longer than a season)? I could maaaaaaybe name over half of the opening scene deaths on Six Feet Under. I feel like I could get about as far as he did with The Sopranos.

She was in zero movies from 2010-2016, and had a string of underperformers in the five years before that (remember New In Town? Appaloosa? Case 39? Leatherheads? Miss Potter?) My guess is that it was a combo of personal fatigue and Hollywood not calling her because her bankability left and she's an old crone now (47!…

Yes, nothing says "this franchise is learning from its mistakes" better than a lead single from Rihanna.

It's also fun when it changes ownership a bunch of times. Our big outdoor arena in Kansas City opened in 1983 and has been, in order:

You know, as much as I love Adventures in Babysitting, I don't think it's sacrilege that they remade it. I'll never watch the remake, but I don't find it appalling, with the exception that they can't include the movie's best line, or that teetering-on-racist scene at the blues club.

I want to see the "ten years later" sequel, where Andy is writing listicles for Buzzfeed and freelancing at a bunch of shit websites in order to afford a closet in Brooklyn, and lamenting how good she had it at Runway.

Her friends bugged the shit out of me.

Three things:

The most walkouts I've ever seen will probably forever remain the 8pm opening night of Battlefield Earth (fuck you, I was 12) at a Chicago suburban multiplex. A sold-out theater was half empty by the time the credits rolled.