After Homer pollutes the town's water supply with literal pig shit because he just HAD to get some donuts, Springfield is encased in a gigantic dome, probably visible from space like the Truman Show dome, by the EPA and the Simpsons are (rightfully) declared fugitives. but to be fair, the EPA should also be fugitives because they trapped an ENTIRE FUCKING TOWN IN AN IMPENETRABLE BUBBLE WITH NO HOPE OF SURVIVAL!! fucking bunch of assholes. it is my personal belief that murdering the entire population of one city is not a good thing. even in a cartoon.

When a super fucken deep sinkhole in front of Bob's Burgers threatens the Belchers' plans for both a successful summer and basic survival, Bob and Linda try to keep their business going, while the kids attempt to save the restaurant by solving a mystery because of course they do because they're good for nothing and even though they're kids, they seem to have the wherewithal to understand how important their dad's restaurant is to aspect of their life. like, okay, yeah, it works for the movie because it's fun and whimsical, but it's one of the more aggravating parts of the show as a whole. Bob needs to slap the shit out of all of them. including Teddy. i know he means well, but STOP INTERRUPTING HIM, TERRY!!

Danny Ocean, who, like, hasn't aged a day since the first heist which leads me to believe that being a professional thief isn't stressful at all, rounds up the boys for a third heist after casino owner and all around douche canoe Willy Bank double-crosses one of the original eleven, Reuben Tishkoff. let this be a lesson to you kids. don't ever change who you are in order to fit in. it'll only give you a heart attack.

Daniel Ocean recruits one more team member so he can pull off three major European heists in this sequel to Ocean's Eleven, even though it remains thoroughly unclear who the 12th person is. is it Roman? is it Linus' mom? is it Julia Roberts? is it Rubeus Hagrid after a shit, shower and shave?! WHO IS IT?! TELL ME!!!

Danny Ocean and his ten accomplices plan to rob three Las Vegas casinos simultaneously, even though, if you look at the actual schematics of real world Las Vegas, it's borderline impossible to do that. it's just not feasible. if the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand share one underground safe, then no other owner of multiple casinos could share underground space between them. i guess, maybe...if they owned two casinos right next to each other, but what are the odds of that happening? i believe in suspension of disbelief, but c'mon man.

A year after knowing what a group of dumbass teenagers did last summer, a dumbass serial killer kinda stalks and kills them, but there's really no point or rhyme or reson as to who does what? i dunno. it's funny. but not really. but the drinks are worth it.

Sidney's been hidden away, but when her stupid friends willingly invite more chaos into their lives by either visiting the set, or being directly involved with the production of Stab 3, the third film capitalizing on the Woodsboro murders, another Ghostface killer rises to terrorize them, and you can kinda see that they had an idea of how to close it all out, but it never really materialized in a way that could make the movie truly satisfying.

Two years after the first series of murders, but only one year since the first movie came out, Sidney acclimates to college life and the unwanted spotlight as some unimaginative copycat asshole dons the Ghostface costume, beginning a new string of slightly more disturbing killings.

By sheer coincidence, it's been a year since the murder of her mother. Sydney Prescott is terrorized by her masked boyfriend and his possible lover, targeting her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly and awesome killing spree. Only 7 people die. Including the killers. So...five people. Which, in hindsight isn't a lot.

In a movie where Derek Jeter only appears for 28 seconds yet somehow got third billing, two mismatched New York City detectives basically steal the opportunity to act like like the city's top cops, who inexplicably jump from a rooftop, "aiming for the bushes" except there are no bushes, except things (obviously) don't quite go as planned, because it's a Will Ferrell comedy, duh.