Zackula: I know, when it started I was a little disappointed to see a person and a place. I was thinking, "Where is the goddamn Thing?" But JC really delivered. And by JC I mean Jesus Christ.
Zackula: And by delivered I mean delivered us from sin.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Despite all the awesome special effects and stuff, it's kind of the opposite of Puppetmaster: when I think back on The Thing, it's not the Thing I remember, but Kurt Russell.
Zackula: I feel the same way about King of the Hill and Bobby Hill, who is not the titular king of the hill, but rather a scion of the Hill.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Kurt Russell may not be a Thing, but he's the film's most impressive special effect.
Zackula: If you want to see great Kurt Russell effects check out Soldier. It's a remake of Universal Soldier set on the garbage planet from Transformers.
Dr. Thorpenstein: I'm also big into Breakdown, in which Kurt Russell faces off against the hostile garbage planet of J.T. Walsh.
Zackula: If you want to see a spin off you can check out Almost Famous which features the Kurt Russell franchise's bellybutton to the admittedly rickety Goldie Hawn franchise.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Help, I'm stuck on the garbage planet of that joke!
Zackula: Oof, yeah, I don't think I can Escape From That Joke either.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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