It's the year 2054 and murder is a thing of the past, but at what cost? It's *Minority Report*, and **This Film is Lit.**...
Each one of you has his own particular duty - or her duty. Polished brass, brilliant silver, mahogany shining like a mirror. That is...
Bond loathed and despised tea, that flat, soft, time-wasting opium of the masses. It's Thunderball, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...