I still can't figure out, am I supposed to like this movie because they're doing impressions of once-popular characters--meaning the enjoyment is similar to the rush of endorphins I get every time a bespectacled man with prop teeth gives a loud, British, "Yeah, Baby! Groovy!"--or am I supposed to simply accept these as new representations, not impressions, as if B.A. Baracus exists as a James Bond-like figure outside of being Mr. T under a different name? Because neither is happening for me.
(Larger version at MovieGod, thanks to Flex.)