Your move, Internet.
It’s about time “Eye of the Tiger” became eligible for a Tony.
‘Son of the Beach’ remains on hiatus, so keep up that letter-writing campaign, folks!
This is a way better idea than my ‘Night Court’-branded nocturnal legal services.
It’s hard to type with finfgners croxssed.
Just when you thought it was safe to party in a mall after hours.
This could be the commercially accessible “edginess” NBC needs to turn things around. Just kidding.
Here you go. It looks more like ‘Entertainment Weekly’ than it does a movie.
You’ve been fooled, but you don’t care.
Sources close to him indicate that Jobs did both walk and talk, so Aaron Sorkin seems like a natural fit.
Biopics are the new tombstones.
If Eddie doesn’t want to be funny, that would explain a lot of his films.
This is easily the worst thing to happen to America in the past ten minutes or so.
Sad nudity is still nudity, I guess.
It apparently takes eight years for the Dark Knight to rise. In the interim, he was catching up on ‘Mad Men’ and watching the food network while doing CrossFit.
I smell an Al Swearengen crossover opportunity. Wait. No. I’m smelling lavender. Close.
It was only a matter of time before they resorted to fisting.
He explains ‘Total Recall’ for you, in case you have trouble following Arnold Schwarzenegger films.
Was he drunk? He must have been drunk.
That’s a lot of old man strength.
So many new characters. I’m already dizzy.
It’s time to take back all those bad things you said about Netflix.
By the time we reach season eight, it will just be Dexter sitting in a room having a dinner party with six ghosts.
They get their strength from eating people. Just like I do.
Who wouldn’t want to watch this?
If she’ll sleep with Chuck, she’ll sleep with Frankenstein’s monster.
Ashton will retain sole custody of his spotty facial hair.
They’re hoping it lasts at least as long as the ‘Charlie’s Angels’ remake does.