In theaters, I saw Mike And Dave Need Wedding Dates (wanted to see Ghostbusters, but it was front-row only for the rest of the evening). Despite my love of the cast, it was pretty dire. The almost-full Saturday night crowd didn't seem to get much out of it either.

Pushing Tin is one of those movies where you can pinpoint the exact scene where the studio-mandated rewrite kicked in. It's a pretty decent movie until the last 30 minutes.

It does not, although, like True Grit, it kind of waffles between silly and self-serious. When I think silly Westerns, I'm thinking stuff like Ridiculous 6 and A Million Ways, etc. Maybe I'm thinking in too narrow a range.

I agree with this, but basically all of the silly Westerns since 2000 have sucked, with the exception of True Grit, which only kind of fits. The self-serious ones have produced a masterpiece (Jesse James) and some other solid movies (Appaloosa, The Proposition, 3:10 to Yuma).

September release date and Antoine Fuqua directing are not good signs, but this looks like a fun Redbox rental.

George Carlin had a bit in one of his books about noticing when the kids who grew up with Shining Time Station started coming to his shows. I had this moment when I saw Dawn of the Dead in high school - "Holy shit! Kenan's dad is in this!"

COOL STORY BRO: One time, at a street festival, I saw a dog wearing a "I've got fuckin' papers" T-shirt. Had a nice conversation with his owner. Maybe it wasn't. I was really drunk.

"This exploitative choice allows OITNB to position itself with the Black Lives Matter movement for entertainment, but stops short of assigning actual blame for Poussey’s death. The show removes the political circumstances of white privilege, supremacy, and police violence by making Poussey’s murderer one of the good…

The first one is the platonic ideal of a Saturday afternoon cable movie. Funny, light, rewatchable, you can pop in at any point and understand what's going on, there's great scenes sprinkled throughout so you can get stuck in the "wait, I just want to watch until…." mode. It's a great movie.

"Fury Road was corporate product," says man who directed a sequel, two remakes, and seven other studio films.

Almost no one has seen…. outside of a bunch of clips from it in that Nicolas Cage Loses His Shit supercut from a few years back.

*weary, resigned sigh*

The Irony Credit Card, for people who haven't heard of Amazon.

You could probably make a better argument about viral video fame along class lines. Chewbacca Mom being middle class certainly means she was in a better position to monetize her brand than, say, Sweet Brown.

Demolition Man contains Benjamin Bratt's original nose. It's also one of the only good movies he's been in. Coincidence?

I live in Kansas City, and went to college in a small southern Illinois town with one gay bar. These types of queens exist everywhere.

We're probably a few years from it being viable, but I can't wait to see Lawrence v. Texas adapted into a movie. It'll probably pull heavily from the book about it, Flagrant Conduct, which was an absolute page-turner despite having a LOT of legalese.

See: last year's Freeheld, also a terrible title, also starring Michael Shannon, similar material.

That statement feels more than a little like a jab at Apatow's bloated runtimes.

I just feel sad whenever I see him now. He's not the first, and certainly not the last, person to ride a gimmick for their entire career, but I dunno, something about him seems particularly desperate.