Haven’t cried this hard for a raccoon since Raccacoonie got separated from Hibachi Chef.

Evil Dead without Bruce Campbell is like having pizza without cheese, yeah I’ll eat it and even enjoy it, but is it pizza? Where is the cheese? Why the cheese grater?

Proves my theory that once you have watched enough Hong Kong action cinema, you can’t be fooled by lazy and uninspired fighting choreographies. I call it The Wuxia Insight.

Best enjoyed with a washcloth soaked in hairspray fumes pressed hard against the mouth.

Thank you Hollywood for reminding me that behind every successful child there’s an abusive parent.

The human body is born with a 0.05% Mads Mikkelsen deficiency. I recommend watching Mads dance several times a day. No Mads after 8 pm, and none on the weekends.