“Attempted molestation?!?!? Psssh. What is that? Either I molested her or I didn’t!”
“Brad Pitt” and “zombies” gets this movie about 85% of the way there, and that might be enough.
Eh, it really could have gone either way.
“Men” because it’s plural.
She’s still Jenny from Santiago, Chile.
Apparently our hearts are worth about $125 million over a four-day period.
I’m still fuming about what that motorcycle man did to her.
Not going to tell you what it is here, though.
These things are hilarious.
For that much, it should come with an armless, mouthless zombie on a chain.
Shouldn’t it technically be ‘Hello, Ghost’?
And it’s not even out yet.
They ball will no longer seem like it’s coming right at you.
They’ll have to cram in some storyline about it being fashionable for cyborgs to get plastic surgery later in their life.
I hope it goes better than the Spider-man musical.
The women from ‘Sex and the City’ were basically like 45 year-old toddlers.
This headline is like Pavlov’s bell to Vin Diesel and/or Paul Walker.
The hipster lifestyle is like the fountain of youth for comedy writers.
Because there are people in the ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ target market that just can’t read.
The twist is…there is no twist. It’s formulaic and straightforward.
Two people is hardly a “posse.”
It’s not really the end if you just decide to hit “continue” and keep playing.
According to Al Pacino.
Because the cast wanted him back. Because the cast no longer includes Chevy Chase.
Bring the witty.
It’s like overhearing that your friend is over video games right before they open the gift-wrapped XBox you got them.
Maybe Crispin Glover could co-host.
He could even make a Bond film confusing.
Finally, RDJ is going to get some recognition.