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Sure, it was thrilling for all of us when Thomas Jane, from the the comfort of Chez Man-Bun, sent in a drone at the last minute to rescue Iggy from the Rumble's thugs, but I just wanted to point out that, according to my research, the average battery life of a drone is only about 7 minutes. Granted, considering their drone seems to be built specifically for goon assassination, I'm guessing they probably have a better than average drone. But even so, a top quality drone only has a range of about 8 miles and a battery life of 31 minutes. This means that that vast expanse Iggy gets exiled to is essentially adjacent to Man-Bun's house. People literally drive farther for a quick Target run. I mean, at that point, he might as well have just set up shop in Man-Bun's backyard. At least that would afford him some privacy and a defensible position. Furthermore, it would mean Iggy would be on hand to protect Man-Bun's family, whom the Rumble has already threatened to kill, and not just count on an unexpected midnight visit from your daughter's drunk ass godfather. (Since I just brought it up, I also just wanted to say that one of my favorite scene in the entire movie was when Thomas Jane shows up in the middle of the night, waking Man-Bun up from his nightmare, and they have beer together on the veranda beneath a canopy of twinkling fairy lights. I love the idea of Man-Bun eschewing harsh exterior lighting in favor of creating ambiance.)

So much wonderfully wrong with this movie. - When they're playing Russian Roulette they offer odds of 20/1. For a world-renowned bad guy airplane casino they really don't have much of a grasp of probability! - So eh... HOW do you bet on a man fucking an alligator? Is it like the dude versus the snake - you wager on how long he'll last? - Why is Mcgillicuddy doing a cartoon sneak when he's moving around the plane? Definitely won't attract suspicion that way. - When the plane gets knocked about during the cockpit fight why does NOBODY GO TO CHECK WHAT'S HAPPENING? They assure passengers that everything is fine but don't bother going up to make sure the pilots haven't y'know, died or been beaten up or something? - WHY IS THERE NO SECURITY ON THIS PLANE EXCEPT FOR THE TWO DUDES RUNNING THE SHOW?

He's not even in the top 5 in the Hierarchy of Rumbles. 1 - Royal Rumble 2 - Anthony "Rumble" Johnson 3 - Michael Buffer's "Let's Get Ready To Rumble" catchphrase. 4 - The song "Let's Get Ready to Rumble" by PJ & Duncan 5 - The Rumble in the Jungle, between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman.

I realize it’s a cliché, but this movie really needed an over-the-top Nick Cage-level performance from the lead. Edge plays it as if he’s taking this role seriously, which is completely wrong for this flick. Rest his soul, but imagine Roddy Piper in this role. It would make this movie transcendent.

Hang on - I ALWAYS peel the entire banana. How else are you going to examine it for gross, bruisy, mushy bits before you eat it? You're just taking bites of your banana BLIND?!? WOW you people live on the edge.

When it comes to the premise of the Money Plane as a flying casino in international airspace, there is, surprise, surprise, a fatal flaw. Every aircraft flying internationally is required to be registered to a particular country. If that aircraft is in a nation's airspace, the nation it is flying over has jurisdiction, but if it is over international waters the nation the plane is registered to has jurisdiction. Of course, none of that matters since the major criminals boarding the plane would all be rounded up in the airport since Money Plane apparently has it's own gate at a commercial airport.

Anyone else catch the final hand of Texas Hold'em, the dealer throws out 4 cards at the beginning vs 3 cards and then do a round of betting before the 4th is tossed out! Just fucking sloppy! Guess it's no Online War!

Edge is a weird one in that respect. He was married to Val Venis' sister, and cheated on her with his second wife. Then he cheated on his second wife, with Lita. So, when he cheated with Lita, who was engaged to Matt Hardy at the time, and Edge was the one who came out looking the best of everyone. Hell, Matt Hardy, the one who got cheated on came out of it looking the worst because of his reaction, and ended up getting fired because of it. I'll tell you this though, if he cheats on his current wife, Beth Phoenix, there's a pretty good chance that she'd whoop his ass.

Since we're talking iconic Canadian art, this is one of those most Canadian things I have ever encountered (at least from an American perspective), and one of the most depressing. Secret Path is a multimedia art project collaboration between Gord Downie (of the Tragically Hip) and Canadian writer/artist Jeff Lemire (whose previous work includes the graphic novel Essex County, the semi-autobiographical chronicle of growing up in small town Canada). Among the last things Gord Downie did before he died of cancer, it chronicles the true story of Chane Wenjack, an Anishinaabe boy who died in 1966 while trying to run away back home after escaping an Indian residential school in Ontario, a journey that would have been about 600km. It features mournful, beautiful songs and art centering on abuse, loneliness, the erasure of one's culture, and freezing to death in the Canadian wilderness, all put down as a final testament by an artist who is staring at death the whole time the project was being completed. It is... heavy stuff.

I honestly still can't believe that we are supposed to buy Man-Bun as some kind of gentlemen thief. The dude is conspicuous as all Hell! Isn't the idea for thieves (and spies) to be sort of nondescript? I mean, if you're already an uncommonly large man, and your objective is to blend, why on Earth would you voluntarily saddle yourself with so many additional easily identifiable features? You'd get caught in a fucking heartbeat.

For me, this movie really highlighted the importance of good editing. Not in a grammatical sense or ensuring that superfluous scenes end up on the cutting room floor, but in how the order of a scene is so important in making them feel necessary. For example, there's a scene where Katrina Norman is attacked. Afterwards, she reveals that the safe she's supposed to crack, but realizes that the specs for the safe are different than what they prepared for. Man-Bun asks her if she can do it. She says, yes, but it will take time -- which he says they don't have. It cuts back to her, she takes the goon's finger, places it on the keypad, and bing! it immediately opens. Not only is that all super boring, but it makes the previous line about the safe being nigh impenetrable absolutely pointless. It would have made far more engaging for her to uncover the uncrackable safe first, call Man-Bun and say, "Hey, bro, we have a problem. The safe is going to take more time than we thought. Plus, it requires thumb print identification." He could then say that they don't have that kind of time, and maybe even give her a ticking clock. (i.e. "If we don't open that safe in the next three minutes we're toast!") THEN, while focused on cracking the safe, she gets caught off guard. So now we have her in a situation where if she doesn't win this fight, she's going to be exposed or killed. At the same time, the fight is also costing precious seconds that they don't have, threatening to blow the entire operation. She could then defeat the guard, maybe give a comedic nod to the fact that there's no way some random guard would have the thumbprint required that will open it, tries it anyway, and boom, it works! My version includes all the elements that made it into the final film, but in reordering them, it increases the the stakes considerably. There's absolutely no point in introducing a problem just for your character to resolve it immediately. Good drama means continually ratcheting the tension by constantly stacking the decks against the heroes.

A few things: 1. Kelsey Grammar's nickname was "The Rumble;" as in the sound of thunder. Why would he name himself after the sound your tummy makes when you're hungry? "Rumpel" is also wrong, but slightly more plausible because that's the German word for "Rumble." 2. Zero mentions of the best line of the movie: "It's Rumble Time!" "Rumble Time" should have been the new GEOSTOOOOOOOORM! RUMBLE TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!! 3. Rumble Theory: Grouch was actually a wannabe gangster looking to move up the criminal food chain. He spent years doing small-time gigs and figured he was a big fish in a small pond. So, his motivation to take down the Money Plane was to prove that he could run with the Big Dawgs. This is why The Rumble kept saying his own nickname and checking in on ManBun (and also why he didn't have an entire gallery of brain-spattered Jackson Pollocks). If he were a competent Crime Boss, he wouldn't need to hedge his bets by double crossing or getting multiple progress reports from ManBun. Unfortunately for The Rumble, the Crime Boss Peter Principle involves your ass getting murdered. 4. "Bald Pipe" is what Jason calls his penis after he manscapes.

The best part of that exit survey is the information that Thomas Jane bought that pipe at a flea market the day before and insisted it be a part of his character in the movie.

So which one of these two is Thomas Jane supposed to be?

Because we did not see The Rumble actually get killed at the end of this film, I believe it is because they have plans for a sequel. The film will be called Money Crane and it will involve Grouch blackmailing a new crew of criminals to steal a rare, expensive bottle of Chavignon Blanc that he and his brother Niles can enjoy at their next wine tasting event.

I'm going to add Quiver Distribution to the list of winners during this pandemic along with billionaires and insider-trading senators. I feel like they took advantage of the absence of movies in the theater to pretend like this would have been theatrically released. Even before HDTGM covered it I was aware of its existence but that should never have been the case for a movie like this that should have gone straight to the $3 DVD rack at a gas station. This movie is so stupid in so many ways but I think this one may set a record for how fast it gets there. In the very first seconds of the movie in the voice over Man Bun is talking about the importance of having a good team by saying "It takes more than one flint to start a fire" and using it as if it is a well understood metaphor for a strong team with a diverse skill set. It doesn't take a team of flint to start a fire it takes just two pieces. And they can be identical. Unless you are including the kindling and wood that gets burned as part of your team metaphor?

I wanted to roast them for not recognizing Thomas Jane but I didn't recognize Joey Lawrence. So, I guess I don't have any room to say anything. I did at least recognize Matthew Lawrence which is strange because I don't think I've seen anything he's done since Mrs. Doubtfire.

Also we see the plane is departing from a HUGE airport where they would surely have to register it with the TSA.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FREE CRIME IN INTERNATIONAL AIRSPACE! In researching "international air" and "committing crimes," you find that the same laws apply to international waters. One article, again more specific to crimes committed in International Waters, notes that "the simple fact is, no one lives in international waters forever. Once you reach the port, you may have to show responsibility for the crimes that you’ve committed. That is, if no one catches you before. So no, international waters are not technically no one’s land where you can do whatever you want." And as Jason brought up... what crimes were actually being committed on the plane? I mean the only illegal activity outside of gambling without a license, is The Concierge shooting a guy for cheating. Yes, we see people betting on how long someone will survive a snake bite or a pool of piranhas, but the act of those specific events are happening on the ground where laws will surely punish those perpetrating it! Also Paul, based on your past experience... what were your feelings on the acting of the guy being devoured by Piranhas?

Putting aside Joey’s fake hairline, the fact that Paul, June and Jason didn’t recognize Thomas Jane or that Kelsey Grammer clearly says his nickname is The Rumble (what the hell is a Grumble team!)… the most upsetting issue is why the bookkeeper wore an earring so high up when he in fact has an available hole in the “normal” spot. It was soooo distracting!

This was like a knock off DVD of an episode of Leverage and honestly I loved every stupid second.

So when the plane returns to the terminal, do you think there is ever an issue where someone accidentally leaves with your weapon. Along the lines of taking the wrong umbrella at a restaurant? Where is the filing system?! Oh and why did the main hostess assume her staff are carrying firearms? I mean that feels like a HUGE safety issue if I were a passenger and could be killed by the flight attendant for asking for more warmed nuts.

Also to my knowledge, the plane is considered to be in the jurisdiction of the country its registered to, until it hits the landing strip of the country its going to. This money plane has to be registered to some country right?

It was always 'The Rumble' not Grouch or Grumple.... I love Jason's hated of 'The guy on the ground' who is Andrew Lawrence the actor, director and screenplay writer of this movie. When I first saw him on the screen I was intrigued - then seeing he added both his brothers in supporting roles was just classic. Matt Lawrence being 'The Cowboy' was great and I actually didn't recognize him at the start. I thought it was some Johnny Knoxville look alike. In the 3rd act where they are jumping off the plane I don't understand why they didn't have a larger wind machine for breaking the seal/pressure of the plane. Money doesn't flow out at an alarming speed which it would. As they jump it just seems the are popping off onto a mat below.

Tax season is well into it’s swing upon us. I mean, it’s not as if we swing too high then we’re gonna’ flip over and piss our pants, or something equally dramatic. This time of year can be very stressful to some in ways that may induce nightmares, or even recollections of memories at the most inappropriate of times. Maybe you’re just trying to be your best self at work, but really end up in your head reliving the horror of finding out that a new friend when you changed schools in 4th grade has an odd habit of urinating himself. You stayed friends, because you were sad and alone too, but then you met his parents and it kinda’ started to make sense. So, you started playing the tuba and hanging out with skaters instead. Those tubas and skate parks cost tax dollars though! I mean, c’mon! Aren’t we trying to make ‘merica great again?! These are problems. Aren’t they? I mean, I could go full on Karen with this shit! No, I can’t, just kidding. I’m a white guy who has really only met one Karen, and she was a really good person. What one considers a problem varies so much, depending on who you talk to or who you are. Does having to choose between going without electricity or water each month for a year compare to not having internet connection for 3 days? How?! Does loosing your parents at 10 compare to loosing your parents at 50? Does eating at Fogo de Chao compare with dining at a combination Pizza Hut/Taco Bell? How could such comparisons of apples and oranges be measured? Is this a question for humans, or AI? Or both? Perhaps neither. But we’re probably gonna’ ask ourselves such shit anyway, and try to enlist the power of terminators to try to fucking figure it out, aren’t we? So, let’s begin with “prom=problem”. My sister and I were talking about taxes and prom tonight, and it got all mixed up. Neither of us were from means to politely say so, meaning we grew up poor. Some hate that, some love that. Hate the haters, love the lovers… (inuendo absolutely intended!) Basically, we’re both waiting for our refunds this year, and both grateful that our survival isn’t dependent upon it (been there, done that, opposite of a pleasant experience). Our conversation started out as texts then we started actually talking, which works well for adults who live in different time zones. I recalled my senior year of high school when I somehow managed to arrange prom dates at 2 different schools. My plan impinged upon receiving my tax return at just the right time. Like many teens not from means I worked during high school to buy fly threads, CDs, and hair products (dorkus maximus class of ’97, nice to meet you!) But that year my corsages, tux, limo, and reasonably priced chain restaurant meal was withheld! Oh, fuck! (feel free to replace with ‘oh, snap!’) Prom was never meant to be for me. My date moved on quickly to some better-looking guy but ended up having her own story which is none of my business to tell. Sis texted back something about how she could relate, but instead of “prom” her text read “problem”. That felt about right! Well, I ended up being gay and had a real nice sweet slow dance with a guy for the first time at a formal event that my university’s LGBT student group sponsored, and it kinda’ made up for that bullshit a couple years ago. A few years later than that in my mid-20s I found myself riding in a car with a wealthy friend of a friend who laughed at me for recalling this very story. I felt both pride and shame in that moment. Part of me wanted to say fuck it, but part of me wanted to delve into it. What do we call that? I love that there’s an internet-based moniker for the type of person who would laugh at someone who ended up not being able to afford going to the prom, but let’s not call her Karen. I could think of a bazillion dozen other names for adult poople who throw tantrums over trivial problems, but here is neither the time nor the place, or is it? Like I said, the only person I knew named Karen was a truly good person (and no, she wasn’t the prom date). Maybe my problem is with people who label Karen? Or, maybe it’s talk to text translator algorithms that equate prom with problem? I think it’s both, and a lot more.