Zackula: Watch the video in the link. From Boris Karloff's gaunt horror to Brendan Frasier's galloping CGI shrillness we end up with the Rock and a Youtube where some lunatic tries to see a woman's vagina in a 10 pixel motion blur.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Hold on a second, I'm still trying to see the vagina. Haven't quite got it yet, but I feel like I'm making a lot of progress.
Zackula: I can't believe Youtube hasn't taken that pornography down.
Dr. Thorpenstein: OK, I upped the resolution to 480p, and I could definitely see something that might have been a vagina inside The Rock's armpit.
Zackula: I can just imagine that guy watching his well-worn Scorpion King DVD and suddenly spilling his drink and grunting up from the couch in exultation as he realizes his incredible discovery.
Dr. Thorpenstein: It's kind of heartwarming to me that people are still doing shit like this in the era of the internet. Back in our day, it made sense to try to freeze frame the Gremlins DVD in exactly the right spot when you can see the Mogwai's cloaca, but now you can just Google image search a real one in two seconds.
Zackula: Yeah, I sort of wonder about Mr. Skin's business model. I liked incidentally jerking off to celebrities in movies, it was like bumping into an old friend. Hey, Gia on HBO at 2:00 AM, awesome. There's something way creepier about buying a movie and skipping to some specific scene and desperately beating off for a 15-second shot of tits.
Dr. Thorpenstein: I think some people have this thing where if anyone has been naked in a movie, they have to check it off their list. Obviously, it's impossible to jerk it to every single bit of nudity ever in a film. Although that would be quite an interesting task, because you'd probably have to try to stumble through a few shots of naked Kathy Bates in that Jack Nicholson movie and stuff.
Zackula: It would be impossible. The 70s were basically all nude all the time. That was America's seediest decade.
Zackula: The decade where America gave up.
Dr. Thorpenstein: It's pretty amazing to look back on that. Kids these days can get their ya-yas out on the internet, but movies back then were completely insane in every way. They would be shocking now. If The Rock picked up a woman, you damn sure wouldn't have to freeze frame it to see her lady area.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Especially if the movie was Italian. The Rock would be eating nude women's eyeballs out with a fork and then getting peed on by a horse.
Evil Cooper and Chechen President Ramzan Kadyrov have both been on a rampage, but who did what?
"Your left eye," the optometrist casually explained while blasting my face with a blue laser at point blank range, "is farsighted and shaped like an eyeball. The other eye is nearsighted and shaped like a football. Not even a good football."
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.