Ever since I texted my girlfriend a joke about "Pussyville," my phone's been auto-correcting all the "P" words I type to "Pussyville."

Just like Ozymandias at the end of Watchmen, Usher knew that to save the world, he had to give it a common enemy.

There's a floor in my office building that I think might be a portal to another universe.

This is exactly—exactly—why I never let strangers find out I’m having a party.

Jim Carrey quite clearly fears painting himself into a Rip Taylor-style corner.

In real life part three of a hangover is usually getting drunk again, but sometimes it also means you end up shirtless in a cemetery drinking Tab, which is what happens in the trailer for The Hangover Part III.

Watch out, people who just did something great but are starting to get cocky about it—you're about to get put in your place. By an old man quoting Star Wars.

Has the FDA approved a drug that turns the general population into “Paranormal Teen Romance” obsessed moviegoers?

Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light, and Janine Melnitz Instagramming it.

Not since 2007's I Know Who Killed Me have we seen such a bold attempt at tinting things red and blue.

I’ve noticed that James McAvoy treats women like pigs in a lot of films. [Ed note: Which explains why he keeps writing "Some Pig" in a spider web above many actresses' heads in his movies.]

Last week during our vacation, my girlfriend looked over at a woman feeding seagulls on the beach and said, "Look at that bitch feeding the seagulls."