But my kids are so used to Netflix that they give zero fucks about cover art.

1983 was the year when all the heroes in comedies spied on women showering or getting undressed.

It was a decade of coarse language and some nudity.

Memoirs of an Invisible Man: The Next Chapter

Doogal 2: The Doogquel

Four Amigos!

Bad Adjective

Snow Day: The Meltening

Sounds like SOMEONE'S got a case of the S'POS'TAS

After 10, they can start numbering them in orders of magnitude.

I think you'll find that money often sleeps, but it wears sunglasses so you don't see that its eyes are closed!

"OK, so what's my background, that he would trust me to be his ghost writer?"

"Your new identity is MEREDITH MCIVER. Get into his inner ciricle. Gain his trust, possibly by being his fall guy for a bunch of terrible writing."

Coraline and Paranorman are regularly on the $4-5 DVD rack at Target, albeit with shittily Photoshopped cover art and no special features.

A less generic indie kid would be talking about how Trompe Le Monde is underrated.

People are saying "Oh, Mr. Trump, those hands, you'll rip me in half!"

The resolution of the story is that a well-adjusted person develops more complex emotions that are a combination of those five.

Yep. Better luck next life!

Well then there's no excuse!

Nope, just a regular guy who did not regulate carb and sodium intake at the first signs of danger!