Are the Pals gonna be all, "Dis-whoa-sure Yay!" or more like, "Dis-no-sure Way!" after watching this balls-to-the-wall, four-on-the-floor, don't-stop-til-you-drop, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am powerhouse movie that honestly I'm sorta stalling here because I've forgotten the name of -- something to do with disco, could that be right? -- directed by Steven, I wanna say, Segal? Am I kinda close and, also, can anyone else taste pennies?

What do you call an egotistical musician who secretly wants to be an even more egotistical actor? A pre-Madonna.

Have you ever wandered into a strange space where everything seems a little off, like the furniture is wonky and strangely oriented, the lighting is disconcerting, there are people you sort of half-recognise and a tall, blurry presence off in the corner who seems to be in command of the weirdly liminal environs, and then everyone starts kissing as ABBA starts playing, and someone hands you a cup of something purple and you say, "I don't drink," and they say, "You are drink," and then they lick your face and Stanley Kubrick's there yelling something about how that's really gonna f$%k with the continuity, thanks a LOT, Carl! This movie is called Backrooms.

What do you call it when a bunch of people start running en masse out of church and frantically renouncing their faith?

Why do we Pal? So we can learn to throw ourselves back into podcasting! This modern comic book classic shifted the paradigm, lifting this bat who crime fights to the heights of an all-knew manner of acclaim with a brand new grand design, not Banner but a Bruce of a different hue, a Wayne whose world wasn't big enough for both him and you-know-who, a Ghul of a different shape, a cruel kinda cityscape, a brooding Bale with a tooled-up cape, beginning in only the way that a bat can, man. Also, Katie Holmes.

What is love? Baby don't hurt me... don't hurt me... no Thor.

Thor: Ragnarök is the story of a man attempting to come to terms with his dormant potential, when he has been doubted for so long by so many, coming as he does from a far away land where people dress and speak funny, abiding by odd customs and always seeming to stand out from the crowd, yet determined as ever to fight for the recognition he believes he is owed. His name is Taika Waititi, and this is the tale of the last time people thought he was funny or commercially viable.

People are always talking about how good urns are in the east (they won't shup up about it!), but have you ever stopped to consider: what's the best west urn? And if you're thinking '70s urns, '80s urns or - God help you - '90s urns, we'd all like to know what Marty McFly's like in person, cos you livin' in the past, sucka, and gotta come back to nowadays and think about the Best West Urns of the 21st Century. What do you think happens to dead cowboys? West urns. Where did people used to spit out that wet tobaccah? West urns! What did people used to say about Kanye when he was still a billionaire and not a disgraced neo-Nazi? Damn, this dude's pretty sick, I bet that he makes a lot of money off of this, but not was much as the man who first conceived of the miracle receptacles that are WEST URNS! Anyway, we're talkin' modern westerns, y'all. Yee-Pal!