I think C is probably the best  option -- I can imagine a scenario where the characters all deal with the moment in different ways, and some decide they have to leave the force while others decide to stay. Stephanie Beatriz is clearly pretty ambivalent about starring in a cop comedy -- maybe Rosa grows sick of NYPD…

Does anyone in the RE universe ever ask why a major American city is named “Raccoon City?” 

I figure B99 has five options at this point

A. End the show

That’s interesting. He plays a geeky teenager in Santa Clarita Diet, and I think he really nails it there — walking that narrow line where he manages to sell the character’s ridiculousness while still possessing a fundamental charm and appeal.

The trailer for this looked pretty damn awful (it’s probably not a good sign when a single trailer is dropped with absolutely no hype a couple weeks before the movie debuts). I’m a big Skyler Gisondo fan -- dude had a pretty great track record before this (Psych, Santa Clarita Diet, Booksmart, The Righteous…

This is a Copperfield who never matures, and whose first love, Dora Spenlow (Morfydd Clark, who, intriguingly, also plays his mother)

This reminds me of all those comedians with bits along the lines of, “Man, kids these days are so soft and coddled. When I was young no one wore seatbelts, parents drove drunk with their children in the car and we played with lawn darts.” And it’s like, yeah, that’s not a good thing, man. Not selling lawn darts to…

It’s a tough line to walk with characters who are (at least initially) antagonistic to a movie’s overall vibe. You don’t want them to come off as total dicks, and yet you do need them to represent some kind of conflict or opposition, if only temporarily.

This reminds me...did we ever see any actual coaches in Bring It On? There was Sparky Polastri and the big cheer officials, but I don’t remember any adult cheerleading coaches. Near as I can tell the squad was run by Kirsten Dunst. 

To follow politics and discuss them on the internet is to be very cynical about them, but I have to say, I think the virtual convention was a huge success. Look, modern conventions are never going to be extraordinary television - we don’t make decisions at them any more, and so they’re scenes of earnest and hokey…

I think the sequels are a case of a franchise suffering from becoming too much of an ensemble. Like, there are scenes in the third movie where Anna Kendrick is quasi-flirting with that generic British producer type, and she’s just so effortlessly fun and charming that they’re fun to watch even though the movie puts no…

Gal Gadot looks like a Tamara de Lempicka painting in that trailer (not a bad thing!).

I’m strongly pro-Skyler Gisondo, but this looks pretty dire.

Right, I do think there are some interesting conversations to be had about the role of sports in the public conversation, and I say that as a huge sports fan. Cash-strapped local governments will spend hundreds of millions of dollars on sports stadiums, after all. And I think it’s reasonable to ask why sports…

I’m not going to lie, I would be willing to pay the price of an iTunes download to hear Obama recite the lyrics to “WAP” like it was a classic Obama speech.

“It’s insane for teen girls to sit outside a hotel to see someone they like or cry at a concert, but grown men go to sports matches and have season tickets and swear at each other, and we are ridiculed,” Ewens writes. Fandom doesn’t suddenly become more rational when it’s centered around the home team or a comic book…

This is one of those movies I think of as a “bits and pieces movie,” in that I didn’t see it in theaters and I never set out to watch it, but it was aired often enough on cable that I caught bits and pieces of it over the years and was able to cobble together a sense of what it was trying to do.

I caught the original on Hulu last year (hurray for unemployment and plenty of resulting free time). It was very good, though I couldn’t get past wondering why Susan, played by an almost unworldly beautiful Sarah Alexander, kept going out with Steve, who she mostly seemed to despise. 

One of my prized possessions is a copy of Y2K: It’s Already Too Late.

What a weird place to draw the line.