Sometimes (almost daily, lately) don't you semi-seriously start to wonder if all of Hollywood is inhaling dangerous fumes, or something? I mean, where do they come up with these things? If it's not a remake of something that no one wants to see redone, or a prequel about characters of no interest to 95% of the viewing public, it's another damn live-action version of a cartoon that has no chance whatsoever of working in that format.

Following in the brilliant footsteps of such masterpieces as Scooby-Doo and The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle, the brilliant minds at Warner Brothers have announced their intentions to bring The Jetsons to the big screen -- and in living color (emphasis on the "living"). Woop-de-do. Seriously, can you think of a single person who would want to see this? Fans of the show are surely horrified, and people who don't like the show probably won't even notice that it exists. See what I mean about the Hollywood-wide gas leak? It's really the only possible explanation.