I'd argue that the one upside to these mashups is how, by putting the vocals against literally anything else, it brings the guy's lousy singing into glaring relief. The only way they could make it passable was through enough overwrought instrumentation that the production nearly drowns him out.

When I first saw the trailer (in front of a showing of Birdman, of all things), the constant visuals of white children brandishing firearms made me hope the movie was just called "Kids With Guns."

"credits?"

Yeeees. But do you recall what happens at the very end?

Uh oh, somebody doesn't remember the first Friday the 13th.

"In his original appearance, Jason was scripted as a mentally disabled young boy."

How did I end up here, Internet?

This is time for America and Paul Feig to finally give Mick Smiley's "Magic" its day in the sun.

I'm LEAVIN'! I ain't NEVER comin' back!

who the fuck is Zendaya

It should have been cancelled after Joan got called out for underpaying her writers.

I celebrate your diversity.

You think that's bad? I was a shirt shop on the Jersey Shore Boardwalk a few years ago, and saw the following design:

What amazed me was that she made those comments about Knocked Up while promoting 27 Dresses, in which her character's sole ambition in life is to stop being a bridesmaid and be a bride.

You know what though? This is probably the most opportune time for a real, full-fledged Darkman sequel. End his action days with a proper send-off and erase the Vosloo movies from canon.

Believe me, I remember that movie very well. It actually wasn't that bad, though it could have used a better director. I remember being intrigued by the idea of a movie that showed Hitler as something even slightly more human than the typical depiction as a cartoon Satan; ultimately, Downfall did a far better job of…

I mean, christ, he makes Grosse Point Blank, Being John Malkovich and High Fidelity back-to-back-to-back. How do you squander that mountain of goodwill?

Perfect musical.

Chris Brown reminds me of the dudes in my first college dorm. They'd pump some poor girl for a very severe 45 seconds, make an end of it, and spend the next hour breathlessly commending themselves for being way good at sex while taking in whatever movie happened to be running on TNT.

I always feel an uneasy twinge of remorse when I watch the movie. Because I now live with the knowledge of just how badly John Cusack tanked his career almost immediately after making it.