Here's a list of some tidbits I learned from the flicks of Summer Oh Eight:
I do not like pants that travel. Here. Now. And forever.
Babies are kind of funny, but flopping
Jason Segal penis is more funny.
The killer-plant genre is not dead, but M. Night may have killed it.
It is possible for me to get the most psyched about a movie I've gotten in 10 years and then never see it...oh Mulder...you're still number one Fox in my heart.
Super-heroes are kinda cool, but they're way funnier when they're alcoholics. (except when they're Hancock)