The Chronicles of Riddick is worse than stomach cancer.

I am a different man indeed: reverential, empathetic, and fully devoted to the lives of three elderly gentlemen

Preferably, never.

What should I expect from a movie that is directed by a grown man who calls himself McG?

I’d actually given Lucy Lui’s ass a separate credit. It gets more screen time than Bill Murray, so I think the credit is warranted.

So, there we have it: Spielberg puts on a good show. But is he an artist? I have never thought so…

There are two lessons that one can take from the deliriously goofy Cabin Fever, one of which is that hillbillies are destined to take over the world.

I think some prop department has a Cramps poster and they break it out whenever some kid is supposed to be Alternative