Here we go, a William Friedkin flick starring Al Pacino, a serial killer investigative drama set against the back drop of New York's 1970's gay leather scene. This has gravitas. This has substance, grit, poignancy. This one's going to hold up. Has to.

Weird Al, Fran Drescher, Michael Richards, Victoria Jackson, the guy who played Ritchie Aprile in The Sopranos...this movie has everybody, and we mean EVERYBODY who would one day go on to be in successful television programs. Except Weird Al. He stayed in music. How come he's never hosted SNL? Someone should get on that.

Hell yeah. Stallone and K-Russ? Guaranteed to be a well-plotted philosophical exploration of the way the essence of a man's personality and character comes through in his work and both limit and enhance that work's effectiveness, in this case, the sacred duty of serving the American citizenry through the judicious enforcement of its laws.

That's definitely how this one's gonna play.

The Hulkster! He brought pathos and drama to the ring along with the uncanny ability to portray a character we could all call "brother." Obviously this movie is going to stand the test of time, just like Hogan himself.

Schwarzenegger. Hell yeah.

This one's gotta still be good. Segal was huge back in the day. Everyone loved these. And he's such a normal person. This one's gonna rip.

That guy from NCIS: SUV: Miami was in a movie? With the lady from Cheers? No, not her, the second one, she replaced the first lady...yeah, her. That's definitely still good. How could it not be, there's a dog on the poster in sunglasses.

Andrew Dice Clay stars as private detective Ford Fairlane in a movie that's absolutely certain to be as good as it was when we snuck out of bed to watch it on HBO as kids.