Pittsburgh was named for William Pitt, so it’s only a matter of random chance that it isn’t Williamsburg.

True, though it’s not like any of Eliot’s good poetry would lend itself to a musical treatment. Though I am chuckling at the thought of sequined dancers leaping through the air to jaunty big-band music while a tenor belts out “Apriiiiill iiiiiis the cruuuelllest moooooooonth...”

I feel like the infinite-world conceit that drives the Forza Horizon games would serve them well making Fable. They’re obviously good at getting huge game worlds to run smoothly.

Sometimes you have to content yourself with being remembered as a good idea guy.

This show was the logical descent from the to-that-point record lows of Who Wants to Marry a Multimillionaire?

Or change none of the words and it’s Coach McGuirk from Home Movies.

That Zelda clip is genius. I always wanted to turn the infinite destructibility of wronged chickens on my enemies! If Ganon just kicked a chicken too many times, Hyrule would never hear from him again.

Ryan Gosling Werewolf,
Spooky, scary,
Mickey Mouse Club kids becoming movie stars,
Movie stars becoming wolves.

So excited!!!! Maybe this time, the denizens of dystopian future-Cleveland are all obsessed with...the culture of the 1990s!

I knew there was something weird going on with Fey and race when she had her character do an impression of Oprah that involved her speaking in a gravelly, dumb-sounding voice about her love for “french-fried pertaters.”

At least one of the jokes is a satirical “look back at the good old days of TV,” where the joke is that most of the TV programs were in fact awful and gross because they contained things like blackface.

I really like The Incredibles 2. It’s not nearly as unified in form and concept as the original, but the updated visuals look great (I’d love it if a group of interns at Pixar were tasked with creating a full remake of the original in the new visual style), and I love how it’s willing to just try on a bunch of…

The only Kore-eda film I’ve seen so far is Shoplifters, but that convinced me that I need to see everything this guy has ever made.

The way he apparently surrounded himself with younger women who he mentored while “pushing limits” without ever quite crossing into criminal territory makes certain parts of Transmetropolitan seem disturbingly autobiographical.

This is disappointing—I was hoping it specifically referred to giving a woman a key to a closet she was not allowed to open, and that this was apparently a common enough thing among abusers that there needs to be a term for it.

I just thought Cars 3 was alright—it’s probably fated to be the movie that has the phrase “middle of the road” shoehorned into the majority of its reviews—and yet I have a certain affection for it, because I think it has more to say about creativity than any Pixar film not named Ratatouille, and what it has to say is…

Cars 2 makes Cars 3 look like Cars 1.

A lot of these comments are good examples of how Nancy Meyers movies are where film bros go to indulge their sexism on the pretense of being class-conscious.

I believe they chose those emotions because, according to our current understanding of psychology, they are the 5 primal, universal emotions, and they are largely negative precisely because they are so key to human development (disgust developed from detecting poisonous food sources, fear from staying away from…

That Bug Snacks song fucking slaps.