“Better than any of the Terminator sequels after T2” is the definition of damning with faint praise.
I just realized what we can call the super rich evangelical extremists propping up Trump in hopes of an apocalyptic civil war: Brunch Davidians.
FRANKENSTEIN SAY RELAX GOOD!
If there is ever an airborne pathogen that turns people into vampires, at least the bright side is we’ll be able to call it the nosferaflu.
Lip syncing Mo Money Mo Problems is really just vicarious BIG.
If you’re really good at compliments, you’re a props master.
“Bribed my calamari dealer” sounds so sinister. I prefer “squid pro quo”.
The idea that we have to let things get so broken that a big revolution with inevitable blowback to fix it is anathema to being humane. The people who would be hurt in that blowback matter too. Sometimes immediate harm reduction is the most holy thing of all.