Rampage Jackson cracks me up. He had me watching Ultimate Fighter longer than I otherwise would. Those guys are overwhelming dickheads, but at least he could be funny about it.

He was such a horrible coach, though. I used to like him ("there's gonna be some black-on-black crime!"), but he seems more crazy than funny now.

Oh, he was definitely a crappy coach. Chosen for entertainment value, not for ability to lead a team. I'm sure those guys have brushes with the law all the time, but his was pretty high profile, and still he was back and as team lead.

But so freaking absurd.

I stopped being able to take the show seriously when it became apparent that everyone on it was going to be like the worst of the fighters I knew, and then some. I still would like to have drinks with Dana White, though, I'm curious.

I am still trying to convince Bob to stop watching it, since (a) the fights are so bad and (b) the reality aspect is even stupider. ("Who stole my sweatshirt?" These idiots are worse than children.) PLUS! I'm pretty sure Dana White is one of the worst people on earth.

I'm pretty sure Dana White is one of the worst people on earth.

I really want to know for sure...there's something going on there.

I had my Ultimate Fighter epiphany that felt like my Deadliest Warrior epiphany. There's only so much hormone-addled manipulated smack-talking I can actually take. Fighters don't have to be children, but apparently that's the Spike market.

Fighters don't have to be children, but apparently that's the Spike market.

Hence TNA Wrestling.

(Which, I get why some wrestlers have issues with McMahon and how he runs WWE, but seriously. Looking like even bigger idiots in a separate federation doesn't solve anything.)

The Flick Filosopher likes The A-Team.

You know how when they put the peanut butter and the chocolate together and it was like, “Ooo, I didn’t expect it to taste that good”? It’s like that with the ridiculous and the overkill here. Which makes The A-Team completely insane, totally preposterous, and sort of wonderful, in a junk food kind of way...

And the best thing? The flick isn’t just inventive with its action and snarky in its dialogue, it’s also cheerfully free of the kind of ugliness that is typical of overblown summertime popcorn movies. There’s no Megan Fox humping a motorcycle, no shucking-and-jiving robots, no fart jokes. And as cartoonish as the movie may be, it does at least offer us actual adult characters, and nods just a little -- not so much as to get heavy about it -- to adult motivations and adult competence...

And thanks, too, Carnahan, for having Bradley Cooper half naked for a surprising percentage of the runtime; thank you for remembering those members of the audience who are not heterosexual males. Now, if only you could have worked in a fight scene for Cooper and Patrick Wilson, wherein they could have rolled around shirtless for a bit -- that would have been so hot.

I'm totally going to see it. I don't expect more than a blow-shit-up summer movie.

And half-naked Bradley Cooper.

There appears to be a scene featuring an aerial battle with a falling tank. I am up for that.

There appears to be a scene featuring an aerial battle with a falling tank.

Okay, I'm in. I might even go see that in the theater.