The 70s disaster flick that started it all.

No, this is not a trend that should cause you great concern, so I promise that I will stay far, far away from both Airport ‘77 and Concorde: Airport ‘79.

What about his biography? His childhood or family life? Frankly, I don’t give a shit, nor should anyone else who claims to love film.

Those pesky, fucked up Christians are at it again. Not satisfied with attempting to force their gutter religion down the throats of thinking people everywhere…

Maybe Matt Damon deserved that Oscar.

Would you pay $25,000 to torture and kill an American? It’s an intriguing question, and one made that much more pointed given that most of the world would gleefully answer in the affirmative.

Matt Cale and the Shithouse

Why only five, you ask? I figured you’d see “book” and run screaming for your X-box, and alas, there’s not a graphic novel to be found.

I want to die.