That's right: Taking a retaliatory attack ad out against a single, average citizen in a random Starbucks sounds completely shithouse crazy, but that's precisely what Scott did. His political action committee dug deep into Jennings's past and ostensibly discovered that she's a "former government official who refused to recite the Pledge of Allegiance and calls herself an anarchist," and who spends all her time in coffee shops buying lattes with government assistance and cursing at the occasional governor who strolls in (she was actually at the aforementioned Starbucks working on a freelance job, but that's beside the point).

And that concludes this episode of How To Further Tank Your Approval Rating With Governor Rick Scott. Tune in next week, when Scott consumes the life force of a McDonald's drive-through cashier with a simple caress.

If anything, it was more of a shot at the studios than at Schneider himself, but the Igor to Adam Sandler's Frankenstein didn't see it that way. He took out a full-page attack ad against Goldstein in a slew of trade magazines including Variety. In it, he points out the fact that Goldstein hasn't won a Pulitzer Prize or, for that matter, any other awards -- a fact that apparently disqualifies him from critiquing a movie about Rob Schneider's dick. He then signs off with a bona fide physical threat: "Patrick, I can honestly say that if I sat your colleagues at a luncheon, afterwards, they'd say 'You know, that Rob Schneider is a pretty intelligent guy, I hope we can do that again.' Whereas, if you sat with my colleagues, after lunch, you would just be beaten beyond recognition."

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Incidentally, "Rob Schneider is a pretty intelligent guy" is perhaps the least believable line Rob Schneider has ever written.

Roger Ebert, bravely willing to dance with the devil that is Rob Schneider, helpfully pointed out that Goldstein's shelves were actually lined with a plethora of industry awards. He then went on to say, "Schneider is correct, and Patrick Goldstein has not yet won a Pulitzer Prize. Therefore, Goldstein is not qualified to complain that Columbia financed Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo while passing on the opportunity to participate in Million Dollar Baby, Ray, The Aviator, Sideways and Finding Neverland. As chance would have it, I have won the Pulitzer Prize, and so I am qualified. Speaking in my official capacity as a Pulitzer Prize winner, Mr. Schneider, your movie sucks."

Somebody then handed him a microphone, so he could drop it.

Criticizing Jamie Kennedy's work seems almost superfluous, seeing as how it does such a bang-up job of criticizing itself. But that's sort of like saying that sex is unnecessary when masturbation is so much more efficient, and thus plenty of film reviewers textually molested Kennedy's movie Malibu's Most Wanted.

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The molestation was mutual.

Kennedy decided to retaliate in the most efficient way possible: by producing a feature-length documentary called Heckler, which promised to turn the tables on cowardly hecklers by, you know, heckling them. Despite its name, much of the documentary's runtime is dedicated to Kennedy going after the professional critics who didn't like his movies, in an apparent effort to prove that film critics are the real hecklers. This mostly consists of Kennedy sitting down for awkward interviews, reading reviewers their own reviews of his films aloud (complete with rampant mispronunciation of any word beyond three syllables), and then uncomfortably asking them why they hate him personally.

One critic replies with the obviously correct answer: "I don't hate you, I hated your film," to which Kennedy responds by pantomiming a sloppy blow job. Demonstrating exactly the kind of keen comedic sensibilities that made him so beloved in the first place.

Here in the land of the free and the home of "sex is worse than violence," the MPAA reviews and rates every single movie that gets a wide release, thereby ensuring that little Timmy will never be subjected to the unimaginable horror of seeing a single female nipple floating amidst a sea of simulated carnage. Across the pond, they have a similarly draconian organization called the British Board of Film Classification (BBFC), whose review process costs filmmakers the equivalent of $9 per minute of footage. This is a particular problem for independent filmmakers like Charlie Lyne, who doesn't just have $1,300 to toss around when he has to pay his staff in whatever the fancy British equivalent of Monopoly money is.

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Britty Bucks?

To stand up to this tyranny, Lyne took to Kickstarter. Now, you're probably thinking that he did so in order to raise the funds to get one of his films rated, and in a way you'd be right ... but this was not just any film. See, Lyne promised that for every nine dollars and change he raised, he'd submit footage of another minute of paint drying to the BBFC.

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Its current IMDB rating is 9/10.

He raised enough to force the stuffy British censorship authority to dutifully sit through around 10 goddamned hours of white paint drying on a brick wall. The board assigned the imaginatively titled Paint Drying a U rating (the equivalent of a G here in the States) before notifying Peter Jackson that his record had been broken.

Uwe Boll is the German director best known for taking moderately popular video games and adapting them into aggressively terrible movies. You'd think his repeated appearances on "world's worst directors" lists would have progressively thickened his skin, but apparently the thickest skin on Uwe Boll is his knuckles.

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He'll have a lot more time to play with that hand now that he's given up on making films.

Back in 2006, Boll decided to fight back, literally: He issued challenges to several of his most vocal critics, urging them to face him in the boxing ring, and four actually took him up on it, thinking it sounded like kind of a fun PR event. It didn't matter that they weren't boxers and couldn't fight -- surely Boll was just down for some playful sparring, right?

Wrong: The bouts, entitled Raging Boll, featured the director pummeling the ever-loving shit out of Richard Kyanka of Something Awful, Jeff Sneider of Ain't It Cool News, and Chris Alexander of Rue Morgue magazine. But Boll didn't stop there. His final victim of the night was Nelson Chance Minter, a 17-year-old blogger who prettily decorated the sidewalk with his stomach contents after Boll flattened him.

Strangely, when a competent fighter and extremely prominent Boll critic -- Cracked's own Seanbaby -- challenged him to a match later that same year, Boll backed out of the fight. Presumably he realized that having one's face still located in the default position is a boon to your movie-making career. According to Boll-logic, this gives Cracked exclusive dominion over criticizing his films, so let's take this opportunity to say that Postal is the movie adaptation of herpes and Uwe Boll smells like hot dog water.

You know all those facts you've learned about psychology from movies and that one guy at the party who says, "Actually ..." a lot? Please forget them. Chances are none of them are true. Take the Stanford Prison Experiment, the one famous psychology study people can name. It was complete bullshit. Funny story actually, it turns out that when you post flyers that say, "Hey, do you wanna be a prison guard for the weekend? Free food and nightsticks," you might not get the most stable group of young men. So join Jack O'Brien, Cracked staff members Dan O'Brien and Michael Swaim, and Psychology Professor Martie G. Haselton of UCLA as they debunk Rorschach tests, the Mozart effec,t and middle child syndrome, so soon you can be that person at the party who says, "Actually ..." Get your tickets here!

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