This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

I just accepted this as normal when I was a kid, but it's one of the weirdest things ever. Looney Toons and Michael Jordan is already a bit odd, but it was a time when Jordan was everywhere, so okay. But cartoon aliens? And Bill Murray? What is this?!

The nostalgia is very strong with this one, but it's so much sillier than I remembered. Right out of the gate, Bond is driving a boat through the streets of London, and it only escalates from there. Sophie Marceau as Elektra King is one of my favorite Bond girls, but this also has Denise Richards, universally hailed as one of the worst Bond girls of all time.

The silliness and Richards' incompetence make for some fun, but it all begins to wear out its welcome toward the end. An extended submarine fight sequence, with all the joys of slowed-down underwater action, doesn't help matters....

Joe Bob's Dinners of Death (2018)

At first I thought two leaps out of windows was excessive, but then it occurred to me that it's what every horror movie protagonist should be doing, and if anything there isn't enough window leaping in film.

This is maybe the only time so far I wish I'd watched a movie without Joe Bob's commentary. I loved his passion and knowledge, but the movie is so intense I wish I'd been able to watch it straight through. It's visceral and feels real, with an edge of total weirdness. I love an armchair with actual arms.