Merry Christmas! If, however, you need one more nudge, a dash of myrrh to break the camel’s back and launch you into the ranks of holiday suicides, we can help.

Ever since childhood, the hair of David Hasselhoff as Michael Knight has reminded me of meatballs.

Holy shit, brah, a giant, man-eating Korean pig.

Payne, Tarantino, a bunch of Asian guys you’ve never heard of… it’s the first half of Erich’s top 20 of the decade, arranged in no particular order.

Living in the End of Days is probably tied with having a three way with sisters for the most persistent fantasy of all time. Not only does it fulfill our secret belief that the world could not possibly manage to go on without us, it also means we had great timing. If there’s no future after us, then we didn’t miss anything. Plus, we get to witness the coolest thing imaginable: the Apocalypse.

If I just saw the act without the audience reaction, I would actually feel horrible for the guy, imagining him to be bombing in historical fashion after putting so much work into making those puppets.

Ruthless Reviews is a bastion of feminist theory.

Be honest with yourself. Do you want to see a ghost samurai slice and dice a flock of businessmen for no good reason? Of course you do.

I doubt Selby would believe that his legacy is best conveyed via celebrity endorsements.

It’s about a kickboxing fashion consultant trying to save the world from exploding jeans.